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Of my boyish day;
Of the summer day
Where thou dost not flow,
And my idle dream,
Once my youthful song,
In the selfsame strain
Idly at its hour,
And the tardy boon,
And the proud swans stray,
Of her brightening moon.
In their chosen pool.
Here again I sit,
And the fish lie cool
Where back eddies play
Clear and gentle stream!
Clear and gentle stream!
And then evening comes,
With my old lament
Clear and gentle stream.
Well does it beseem
And the idle dream
That familiar strain
That hast heard the song,
Dreaming here I lay;
Known and loved so long
First the deep bell hums
Sailing one by one
Creeping up the glade,
From the minster tower,
Down thy margin stray,
Where my old seat was
Still my voice is spent,
Shipwreck with the leaves,
Ere again I go
And I know how soon,
Thee to hear again
Clear and gentle stream!
While I once again
Silent now so long:
With my old lament
Many an afternoon
Over stream and grass
A translucent eaves:
With her lengthening shade,
Out of stream and sun,
And my idle dream,
Where the long boughs knit
Be as I content
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Clear and gentle stream! Known and loved so long That hast heard the song, And the idle dream Of my boyish day; While I once again Down thy margin stray, In the selfsame strain Still my voice is spent, With my old lament And my idle dream, Clear and gentle stream!
Where my old seat was Here again I sit, Where the long boughs knit Over stream and grass A translucent eaves: Where back eddies play Shipwreck with the leaves, And the proud swans stray, Sailing one by one Out of stream and sun, And the fish lie cool In their chosen pool.
Many an afternoon Of the summer day Dreaming here I lay; And I know how soon, Idly at its hour, First the deep bell hums From the minster tower, And then evening comes, Creeping up the glade, With her lengthening shade, And the tardy boon, Of her brightening moon.
Clear and gentle stream! Ere again I go Where thou dost not flow, Well does it beseem Thee to hear again Once my youthful song, That familiar strain Silent now so long: Be as I content With my old lament And my idle dream, Clear and gentle stream.