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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882).  Complete Poetical Works.  1893.
From the German.
By Wilhelm Müller

I HEARD a brooklet gushing
  From its rocky fountain near,
Down into the valley rushing,
  So fresh and wondrous clear.
I know not what came o’er me,        5
  Nor who the counsel gave;
But I must hasten downward,
  All with my pilgrim-stave;
Downward, and ever farther,
  And ever the brook beside;        10
And ever fresher murmured,
  And ever clearer, the tide.
Is this the way I was going?
  Whither, O brooklet, say!
Thou hast, with thy soft murmur,        15
  Murmured my senses away.
What do I say of a murmur?
  That can no murmur be;
’T is the water-nymphs, that are singing
  Their roundelays under me.        20
Let them sing, my friend, let them murmur,
  And wander merrily near;
The wheels of a mill are going
  In every brooklet clear.

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