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Paul Laurence Dunbar - A Lazy Day
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THE trees bend down along the stream,
Where anchored swings my tiny boat.
The day is one to drowse and dream
And list the thrush`s throttling note.
When music from his bosom bleeds
Among the river`s rustling reeds.
No ripple stirs the placid pool,
When my adventurous line is cast,
A truce to sport, while clear and cool,
The mirrored clouds slide softly past.
The sky gives back a blue divine,
And all the world`s wide wealth is mine.
A pickerel leaps, a bow of light,
The minnows shine from side to side.
The first faint breeze comes up the tide — 
I pause with half uplifted oar,
While night drifts down to claim the shore.
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