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Oh, shiny brook, I watch you on your way to the sea, And see little faces peering up Out of the water . . . Water-fairies Strange smiles and questions. They are your pebbles sweet, Golden with foam of the sun, Blue with foam of the sky. I know their way of speaking, Of talking to each other: I hear them telling secrets About green moss, about fish that get lost. And how I am sitting on a big stone Getting my feet wet in Shiny Brook To watch their surprising ways! |