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Thus the Mayne glideth90

Where my Love abideth.

Sleep's no softer; it proceeds

On through lawns, on through meads,

On and on, whate'er befall,

Meandering and musical,95

Though the niggard pasturage

Bears not on its shaven ledge

Aught but weeds and waving grasses

To view the river as it passes,

Save here and there a scanty patch100

Of primroses too faint to catch

A weary bee.

And scarce it pushes

Its gentle way through strangling rushes

Where the glossy kingfisher

Flutters when noon-heats are near,105 Glad the shelving banks to shun, Red and steaming in the sun, Where the shrew-mouse with pale throat Burrows, and the speckled stoat; Where the quick sandpipers flit110 In and out the marl and grit That seems to breed them, brown as they. Naught disturbs its quiet way, Save some lazy stork that springs, Trailing it with legs and wings,115 Whom the shy fox from the hill Rouses, creep he ne'er so still.