With the gentle cascade humming his harmony
I and myself stare and stare
With the blooming sylvan parading her melody
I and myself glare and glare
While the sugary wind grazes about
Tickling the skin of the water
I and myself can only gaze
As this glade is my mother and father
For as long as the wild indigo welkin broods
And the relaxing waterfall laps
And the sage moss sways
I will be melancholy with them
In the bounds of nature rapt
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