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Ho! clumsy brown stone.
 * Quick, make way for me:

I'm the fairest thing
 * That floats on the sea,

See my rainbow-robe.
 * See my crown of light.

My glittering form,
 * So airy and bright.

O'er the waters blue,
 * I'm floating away,

To dance by the shore
 * With the foam and spray.

Now, make way, make way;
 * For the waves are strong,

And their rippling feet
 * Bear me fast along."

But the great rock stood
 * Straight up in the sea:

It looked gravely down,
 * And said pleasantly,—

Little friend, you must
 * Go some other way;

For I have not stirred
 * This many a long day.

Great billows have dashed.
 * And angry winds blown;

But my sturdy form
 * Is not overthrown.

Nothing can stir me
 * In the air or sea;

Then, how can I move, Little friend, for thee?"