The trembling brook,
Its
waters shivering
Like
butterflies quivering.
The
trembling brook,
With
waterfall stuttering,
Its
words ever muttering.
The
trembling brook,
A pace
unrelenting,
As if
its consenting.
The
trembling brook,
Its
shadows e'er dancing
Like
young fillies prancing.
The
trembling brook,
What
is it after
Trickling
with laughter?
The
trembling brook,
It
never gets frantic
With
love its main antic.
The
trembling brook,
The
myst'ry of beauty
E'er
doing its duty.
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