. At early candle light and other poems. THE BROOK OW it bubbles clear in the cool, damp room,Where the pans of milk light up the gloom,All sweet with breath of the summerbloomOn the swaying locust boughs,Where the cobweb lace doth the wallsadorn,When the passionate sun at the peep of into the nook where the brook is the lowly old spring-house. Down beechen bluffs to the blue-grass plain,It winds the thread of its silvery skeinOn the old mill-wheel again and again, Where the jocund miller sings;Mid briery mazes, thro blossomy meads,Where trout leap up at the drifting seeds,
. At early candle light and other poems. THE BROOK OW it bubbles clear in the cool, damp room,Where the pans of milk light up the gloom,All sweet with breath of the summerbloomOn the swaying locust boughs,Where the cobweb lace doth the wallsadorn,When the passionate sun at the peep of into the nook where the brook is the lowly old spring-house. Down beechen bluffs to the blue-grass plain,It winds the thread of its silvery skeinOn the old mill-wheel again and again, Where the jocund miller sings;Mid briery mazes, thro blossomy meads,Where trout leap up at the drifting seeds,And the cat-bird dips the alders beads In broken ripples and rings. How it shimmers and shines across the sand To the winey tarn, where cattle stand,140. THE BROOK THE BROOK i43 When the heat is heavy on all the land, Deep in the shady pond,And from all the hives the buskined beesFly out to the orchard to rifle and teaseTheir sweets from the spreading apple-trees On yellowing hills beyond. And when all oblivious it hath flowed,By the pasture-field and the winding road,To the doorway of many a cot, and showed Its cheery, laughing face;And reluctant, slow, it comes to the I wonder if ever it turns like me,To the ancient room and the locust tree. And thinks of its old birthplace.
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