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Rh I watched the singer with delight,—

But mark what changed my joy to fright,—

When that bird sang, I gave the theme;

That wood-bird sang my last night's dream,

A brown wren was the Daniel

That pierced my trance its drift to tell,

Knew my quarrel, how and why,

Published it to lake and sky,

Told every word and syllable

In his flippant chirping babble,

All my wrath and all my shames,

Nay, God is witness, gave the names.

THE WATERFALL

of meadow upland

Reached by a mile of road,

Soothed by the voice of waters,

With birds and flowers bestowed.

Hither I come for strength

Which well it can supply,

For Love draws might from terrene force

And potencies of sky.