Bubbles of the brook

Now as even's warning bell 

Rings the day's departing knell

Leaving me from labour free

Solitude, I'll walk with thee

Whether 'side the woods we rove

Or sweep beneath the willow grove

Whether sauntering we proceed 

Cross the green, or down the mead

Whether, sitting down, we look 

On the bubbles of the brook

 

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