Ice-Bound
Bright in the broad, white moon the river gleams,
Limpid as if on some still, August night
A sudden frost had stolen upon its dreams
And crystalized its summer calm and light.
Its voice is hushed, yet when the sprays of snow
Pluming the ozier sheafs, are shaken out.
I seem to hear the music of its flow,
And the cood tinkle of the leaping trout.
Limpid as if on some still, August night
A sudden frost had stolen upon its dreams
And crystalized its summer calm and light.
Its voice is hushed, yet when the sprays of snow
Pluming the ozier sheafs, are shaken out.
I seem to hear the music of its flow,
And the cood tinkle of the leaping trout.
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