  Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver; No more by thee my steps shall be, Forever and forever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet, then a river; Nowhere by thee my steps shall be, Forever and forever. But here will sigh thine alder-tree, And here thine aspen shiver; And here by thee will hum the bee, Forever and forever. A thousand suns will stream on thee, A thousand moons will quiver; But not by thee my steps shall be, Forever and forever. Alfred Tennyson. |
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