Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. America: Vols. XXVXXIX. 187679. | | | | New England: Ellis, the River, Me. | | Ellis River | | Anonymous |
| | | IN hidden caverns, within the mountains, | |
| Cold, crystal fountains, so clear and bright, | |
| Well upward, sparkling, and downward, foaming | |
| Rush onward, roaming, to find a light. | |
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| Off on the hillside a brook is dashing; | 5 |
| In splendor flashing its waters run. | |
| Out from the woodland, out from the bushes, | |
| It gayly rushes to meet the sun. | |
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| Down in the valley, two streamlets, meeting | |
| In quiet greeting, together flow; | 10 |
| By pools and eddies, where trout are rising, | |
| With snares enticing the anglers go. | |
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| Here in thy intervale, sweet river Ellis, | |
| In brimming chalice, emerald green, | |
| Flowing past farmhouse, elms, corn and clover, | 15 |
| All through Andover gleams thy bright sheen. | |
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| Sweet river Ellis, thy calm way keeping, | |
| In meadows sleeping, I will not sing | |
| Of swollen torrents, in fury raging, | |
| Destruction waging, in stormy Spring. * * * * * | 20 |
| Bright river Ellis, flowing through meadows, | |
| I love thy shadows and golden sands, | |
| Where light through tremulous foliage shimmers, | |
| Dances and glimmers in waving bands. | |
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| Pure river Ellis, through meadows winding, | 25 |
| Haymakers finding ere dews are gone; | |
| Where blades are whetted, with music ringing, | |
| And scythes are swinging at early dawn. | |
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| Sweet river Ellis, through meadows gliding, | |
| By thee abiding I fain would stray, | 30 |
| The peace of Nature my heart divining, | |
| All care resigning this happy day! * * * * * | | | | |
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