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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - In The Harbour: To The Avon
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Flow on, sweet river! like his verse
Who lies beneath this sculptured hearse;
Nor wait beside the churchyard wall
For him who cannot hear thy call. 

Thy playmate once; I see him now
A boy with sunshine on his brow,
And hear in Stratford`s quiet street
The patter of his little feet. 

I see him by thy shallow edge
Wading knee-deep amid the sedge;
And lost in thought, as if thy stream
Were the swift river of a dream. 

He wonders whitherward it flows;
And fain would follow where it goes,
To the wide world, that shall erelong
Be filled with his melodious song. 

Flow on, fair stream!  That dream is o`er;
He stands upon another shore;
A vaster river near him flows,
And still he follows where it goes.
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