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180 Between them and their object: yet, meanwhile,

There was such deep contentment in the air

That every naked ash, and tardy tree

Yet leafless, seem'd as though the countenance

With which it look'd on this delightful day

Were native to the summer.—Up the brook

I roam'd in the confusion of my heart,

Alive to all things and forgetting all.

At length I to a sudden turning came

In this continuous glen, where down a rock

The stream, so ardent in its course before,

Sent forth such sallies of glad sound, that all

Which I till then had heard, appear'd the voice

Of common pleasure: beast and bird, the lamb,

The Shepherd's dog, the linnet and the thrush

Vied with this waterfall, and made a song

Which, while I listen'd, seem'd like the wild growth

Or like some natural produce of the air

That could not cease to be. Green leaves were here,