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I wound myself in a white cocoon of singing, / All day long in the brook's uneven bed, / Measuring out my soul in a mucous thread;
Dimly now to the brook's green bottom clinging, / Men behold me, a worm spun-out and dead,
Walled in an iron house of silky singing.
Nevertheless at length, O reedy shallows, / Not as a plodding nose to the slimy stem, / But as a brazen wing with a spangled hem,
Over the jewel-weed and the pink marshmallows, / Free of these and making a song of them,
I shall arise, and a song of the reedy shallows!