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Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Sonnet IV. To The River Otter
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Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West!
   How many various-fated years have past,
   What happy and what mournful hours, since last
I skimm`d the smooth thin stone along thy breast,
Numbering its light leaps! yet so deep imprest
Sink the sweet scenes of childhood, that mine eyes
   I never shut amid the sunny ray,
But straight with all their tints thy waters rise,
   Thy crossing plank, thy marge with willows grey,
And bedded sand that vein`d with various dyes
Gleam`d through thy bright transparence! On my way,
   Visions of Childhood! oft have ye beguil`d
Lone manhood`s cares, yet waking fondest sighs:
   Ah! that once more I were a careless Child!
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