There frost his quiet toil resumd
Shoots streaking spars that wildly run
From weed to weed & shine illumnd
Like glittering stars before the sun
Were as one steps its oaken plank
The hollow frozen sounding noise
From flags & sedge beside the bank
The wild ducks brooding peace destroys
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