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Sing on! we sing in the glorious weather / Till one steps over the tiny strand, / So narrow in sooth, that still together / On either brink we go hand in hand.
The beck grows wider, the hands must sever, / On either margin our songs all done; / We move apart, while she singeth ever, / Taking the course of the stooping sun. / -- JEAN INGELOW.