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I am more tremulous than shaken reeds,

And love has made me like the river water.

Thy voice is as the hill-wind over me,

And all my changing heart gives heed, my lover.

Before thy least lost murmur I must sigh, 5

Or gladden with thee as the sun-path glitters.