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Ah, drink again

This river that is the taker-away of pain

And the giver-back of beauty!

In these cool waves

What can be lost?—

Only the sorry cost

Of the lovely thing, ah, never the thing itself!

The level flood that laves

The hot brow

And the stiff shoulder

Is at our temples now

Gone is the fever

But not into the river;

Melted the frozen pride

But the tranquil tide

Runs never the warmer for this

Never the colder

Immerse the dream

Drench the kiss

Dip the song in the stream

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