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