The Brook And The Wave

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

　　

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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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