Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

              The Brook and the Wave

                   The brooklet came from the mountain,
                   As sang the bard of old,
                   Running with feet of silver
                   Over the sands of gold!

                   Far away in the briny ocean
                   There rolled a turbulent wave,
                   Now singing along the sea-beach,
                   Now howling along the cave.

                   And the brooklet has found the billow
                   Though they flowed so far apart,
                   And has filled with its freshness and sweetness
                   That turbulent bitter heart!


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