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I wander far by bank and stream, / Then paddle back thro' wave and foam, / Cross pebble stones, where waters leap; / A froth-clad doorway hides my home. / 'Neath fern leaves' shade I gently dream, / While circling weeds around me throng; / The restless waters softly flow, / Their babbling sounds like some sweet song.
When stronger grows the northern breeze, / The driven stream with noisy roar, / Blown foremost by the boisterous wind, / Bursts headlong thro' my shivered door.