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THE well was
dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook
if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill),
because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our
woods were there.
We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren
boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without
the breeze.
But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run
to hiding new
With laughter when she found us soon.
Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we
dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.
A note as from
a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and
now a silver blade.
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