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OBERON
When restful at the farmhouse we abode, / One August mild whose memory lingers long, / Not always did we note the happy song / Of that brown brook that through the pastures flowed, / Whose haunt the field-flowers tall would hide, yet showed; / For farmstead sounds full oft would do it wrong, / Or speech, or laughter light, or wheels along / The shaded windings of the elmy road.
Yet ever it flowed and sang to the warm day, / As to a drowsy child old running rhymes, / And ever at a pause was in the ear, / Low-whispering where the goldenrod was gay, / The assuring utterance of all still times. / So is it with the voice the heart holds dear.