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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Brooklet. (From The French Of Ducis)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thou brooklet, all unknown to song, <br>Hid in the covert of the wood! <br>Ah, yes, like thee I fear the throng, <br>Like thee I love the solitude. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O brooklet, let my sorrows past <br>Lie all forgotten in their graves, <br>Till in my thoughts remain at last <br>Only thy peace, thy flowers, thy waves. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The lily by thy margin waits;-- <br>The nightingale, the marguerite; <br>In shadow here he meditates <br>His nest, his love, his music sweet. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Near thee the self-collected soul <br>Knows naught of error or of crime; <br>Thy waters, murmuring as they roll, <br>Transform his musings into rhyme. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah, when, on bright autumnal eves, <br>Pursuing still thy course, shall I <br>Lisp the soft shudder of the leaves, <br>And hear the lapwing's plaintive cry?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a></strong></div>