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The slippers on, amazed to see them shapedSo fairly to my feet, when, all at once,I felt my steps upborne and hurried onAlmost as if with wings. A strange delight,Blent with a thrill of fear, o'ermastered me,And, ere I knew, my plashing steps were setWithin the rivulet's pebbly bed, and IWas rushing down the current. By my sideTripped one as beautiful as ever lookedFrom white clouds in a dream; and, as we ran,She talked with musical voice and sweetly laughed;Gayly we leaped the crag and swam the pool,And swept with dimpling eddies round the rock,And glided between shady meadow banks.The streamlet, broadening as we went, becameA swelling river, and we shot alongBy stately towns, and under leaning mastsOf gallant barks, nor lingered by the shoreOf blooming gardens; onward, onward still,
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