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Some tumultuous little rill, / Purling round its storied pebble, / Tinkling to the selfsame tune, / From September until June, / Which no drought doth e'er enfeeble.
Silent flows the parent stream, / And if rocks do lie below, / Smothers with her waves the din, / As it were a youthful sin, / Just as still, and just as slow.