I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars,
I loiter round my cresses;And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
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