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Ah, drink again / This river that is the taker-away of pain, / And the giver-back of beauty!
In these cool waves / What can be lost? - / Only the sorry cost / Of the lovely thing, ah, never the thing itself!
The level flood that laves / The hot brow
And the stiff shoulder / Is at our temples now.
Gone is the fever, / But not into the river;
Melted the frozen pride, / But the tranquil tide / Runs never the warmer for this, / Never the colder.
Immerse the dream.
Drench the kiss.
Dip the song in the stream.