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Atlantic Monthly, Volume 7, Issue 42, April, 1861 by Various
I stood on the brink in childhood,
And watched the bubbles go
From the rock-fretted sunny ripple
To the smoother lymph below;
And over the white creek-bottom,
Under them every one,
Went golden stars in the water,
All luminous with the sun.
But the bubbles brake on the surface,
And under, the stars of gold
Brake, and the hurrying water
Flowed onward, swift and cold.
Atlantic Monthly, Volume 7, Issue 42, April, 1861
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