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Samuel Waddington, comp.  The Sonnets of Europe.  1888.
 
The Brook
By Lopez Maldonado
 
Translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

LAUGH of the mountain!—lyre of bird and tree!
Pomp of the meadow! mirror of the morn!
The soul of April, unto whom are born
The rose and jessamine, leaps wild in thee!
Although, where’er thy devious current strays,        5
The lap of earth with gold and silver teems,
To me thy clear proceeding brighter seems
Than golden sands that charm each shepherd’s gaze.
How without guile thy bosom, all transparent
As the pure crystal, lets the curious eye        10
Thy secrets scan, thy smooth, round pebbles count!
How, without malice murmuring, glides thy current,
O sweet simplicity of days gone by!
Thou shun’st the haunts of man, to dwell in limpid fount!
 
 
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