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The well was dry beside the door, / And so we went with pail and can / Across the fields behind the house / To seek the brook if still it ran; / Not loth to have excuse to go, / Because the autumn eve was fair / (Though chill), because the fields were ours, / And by the brook our woods were there.
We ran as if to meet the moon / That slowly dawned behind the trees, / The barren boughs without the leaves, / Without the birds, without the breeze.
But once within the wood, we paused / Like gnomes that hid us from the moon, / Ready to run to hiding new / With laughter when she found us soon.
Each laid on other a staying hand / To listen ere we dared to look, / And in the hush we joined to make / We heard, we knew we heard the brook.
A note as from a single place, / A slender tinkling fall that made / Now drops that floated on the pool / Like pearls, and now a silver blade.