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James Whitcomb Riley - The Brook-Song
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Little brook! Little brook!
       You have such a happy look--
Such a very merry manner, as you swerve and
          curve and crook--
     And your ripples, one and one,
     Reach each other`s hands and run
       Like laughing little children in the sun!

      Little brook, sing to me:
      Sing about a bumblebee
That tumbled from a lily-bell and grumbled
            mumblingly,
      Because he wet the film
      Of his wings, and had to swim,
        While the water-bugs raced round and
            laughed at him!

      Little brook-sing a song
      Of a leaf that sailed along
Down the golden-braided centre of your current
          swift and strong,
     And a dragon-fly that lit
     On the tilting rim of it,
       And rode away and wasn`t scared a bit.

     And sing--how oft in glee
     Came a truant boy like me,
Who loved to lean and listen to your lilting
            melody,
     Till the gurgle and refrain
     Of your music in his brain
       Wrought a happiness as keen to him
          as pain.

       Little brook-laugh and leap!
       Do not let the dreamer weep:
Sing him all the songs of summer till he sink in
              softest sleep;
       And then sing soft and low
       Through his dreams of long ago--
         Sing back to him the rest he used to
             know!
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