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You're not so big as you were then, / O little brook! -- / I mean those hazy summers when / We boys roamed, full of awe, beside / Your noisy, foaming, tumbling tide, / And wondered if it could be true / That there were bigger brooks than you / O mighty brook, O peerless brook!
All up and down this reedy place / Where lives the brook, / We angled for the furtive dace; / The redwing-blackbird did his best / To make us think he'd built his nest / Hard by the stream, when, like as not, / He'd hung it in a secret spot / Far from the brook, the telltale brook!