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Edwin Arlington Robinson - The Torrent
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I found a torrent falling in a glen  
Where the sun’s light shone silvered and leaf-split;  
The boom, the foam, and the mad flash of it  
All made a magic symphony; but when  
I thought upon the coming of hard men
To cut those patriarchal trees away,  
And turn to gold the silver of that spray,  
I shuddered. Yet a gladness now and then  
Did wake me to myself till I was glad  
In earnest, and was welcoming the time
For screaming saws to sound above the chime  
Of idle waters, and for me to know  
The jealous visionings that I had had  
Were steps to the great place where trees and torrents go.
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