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     I sit where youth was once; and feel
         That I am growing old。

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     The lustre from the face of things
         Is wearing all away;
     Like one who halts with tired wings;
         I rest and muse to…day。


     There is a river in the range
         I love to think about;
     Perhaps the searching feet of change
         Have never found it out。
     Ah! oftentimes I used to look
         Upon its banks; and long
     To steal the beauty of that brook
         And put it in a song。


     I wonder if the slopes of moss;
         In dreams so dear to me …
     The falls of flower; and flower…like floss …
         Are as they used to be!

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     I wonder if the waterfalls;
         The singers far and fair;
     That gleamed between the wet; green walls;
         Are still the marvels there!


     Ah! let me hope that in that place
         The old familiar things
     To which I turn a wistful face
         Have never taken wings。
     Let me retain the fancy still
         That; past the lordly range;
     There always shines; in folds of hill;
         One spot secure from change!


     I trust that yet the tender screen
         That shades a certain nook;
     Remains; with all its gold and green;
         The glory of the brook。

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     It hides a secret to the birds
         And waters only known:
     The letters of two lovely words …
         A poem on a stone。


     Perhaps the lady of the past
         Upon these lines may light;
     The purest verses; and the last
         That I may ever write。
     She need not fear a word of blame …
         Her tale the flowers keep …
     The wind that heard me breathe her name
         Has been for years asleep。


     But in the night; and when the rain
         The troubled torrent fills;
     I often think I see again
         The river in the hills;

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     And when the day is very near;
         And birds are on the wing;
     My spirit fancies it can hear
         The song I cannot sing。





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