You can hear the water gurgling
Through the stony hole, and hear, If you close your eyes, your pulse Rustle, and view, on the hemisphere, The earth rising to the sun. The oil flows slowly, the stream Flickers with minnow, it is quiet at night, Through the dark of the trees’ dream, The next day the drops of rain Glitter on the leaves and the berries, The dogs are barking excitedly, And the grosbeaks are whistling amidst the cherries.
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