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There is a hill beside the silver Thames	A
Shady with birch and beech and odorous pine	B
And brilliant underfoot with thousand gems	A
Steeply the thickets to his floods decline	B
Straight trees in every place	C
Their thick tops interlace	C
And pendent branches trail their foliage fine	B
Upon his watery face	C
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Swift from the sweltering pasturage he flows	D
His stream alert to seek the pleasant shade	E
Pictures his gentle purpose as he goes	D
Straight to the caverned pool his toil has made	E
His winter floods lay bare	F
The stout roots in the air	F
His summer streams are cool when they have played	E
Among their fibrous hair	F
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A rushy island guards the sacred bower	G
And hides it from the meadow where in peace	H
The lazy cows wrench many a scented flower	G
Robbing the golden market of the bees	I
And laden barges float	J
By banks of myosote	J
And scented flag and golden flower de lys	I
Delay the loitering boat	J
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And on this side the island where the pool	K
Eddies away are tangled mass on mass	I
The water weeds that net the fishes cool	K
And scarce allow a narrow stream to pass	I
Where spreading crowfoot mars	I
The drowning nenuphars	I
Waving the tassels of her silken grass	I
Below her silver stars	I
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But in the purple pool there nothing grows	I
Not the white water lily spoked with gold	J
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Though best she loves the hollows and well knows	I
On quiet streams her broad shields to unfold	J
Yet should her roots but try	L
Within these deeps to lie	L
Not her long reaching stalk could ever hold	J
Her waxen head so high	L
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Sometimes an angler comes and drops his hook	M
Within its hidden depths and 'gainst a tree	N
Leaning his rod reads in some pleasant book	M
Forgetting soon his pride of fishery	N
And dreams or falls asleep	O
While curious fishes peep	O
About his nibbled bait or scornfully	L
Dart off and rise and leap	O
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And sometimes a slow figure 'neath the trees	I
In ancient fashioned smock with tottering care	F
Upon a staff propping his weary knees	I
May by the pathway of the forest fare	F
As from a buried day	J
Across the mind will stray	J
Some perishing mute shadow and unaware	F
He passeth on his way	J
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Else he that wishes solitude is safe	P
Whether he bathe at morning in the stream	Q
Or lead his love there when the hot hours chafe	P
The meadows busy with a blurring steam	Q
Or watch as fades the light	J
The gibbous moon grow bright	J
Until her magic rays dance in a dream	Q
And glorify the night	J
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Where is this bower beside the silver Thames	I
O pool and flowery thickets hear my vow	R
O trees of freshest foliage and straight stems	I
No sharer of my secret I allow	R
Lest ere I come the while	L
Strange feet your shades defile	L
Or lest the burly oarsman turn his prow	R
Within your guardian isle	L

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