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Rh And the flax's stonelike weight Needed to be told; But no longer was its state Valued as of old.

When I took it to the weaver, Something felt I start, And more quickly, as with fever. Throbbed my trembling heart.

Then I bear the thread at length Through the heat, to bleach; But, alas, I scarce have strength To the pool to reach.

What I in my little room Span so fine and slight,— As was likely, I presume— Came at last to light.

 THE YOUTH AND THE MILL-STREAM.

brooklet, gaily glancing In the morning sun. Why so joyous in thy dancing? Whither dost thou run? What is't lures thee to the vale? Tell me, if thou hast a tale. 