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While silently beneath, the river flows,
 * Unfathomed, dark, a great resistless tide,

Within its bosom deep the virgin snows
 * From many a mountain-side.

And, drifting with the current, how we feel
 * The haunting witchery of Beauty's spell!

The world we left behind seems all unreal,
 * Where such enchantments dwell.

The vexing cares that overfill our days
 * Slip stealthily away, and we are wooed

Back to the healing, half-forgotten ways
 * Of peace and solitude.