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Poems (Larcom)/Rock and Rill

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4492364Poems — Rock and RillLucy Larcom
ROCK AND RILL.
"INTO the sunshine out of shade!"
The rill has heard the call,
And, babbling low, her answer made,—
A laugh, 'twixt slip and fall.

Out from her cradle-roof of trees,
Over the free, rough ground!
The peaceful blue above she sees;
The cheerful green around.

A pleasant world for running streams
To steal unnoticed through,
At play with all the sweet sky-gleams,
And nothing: else to do!

A rock has stopped the silent rill,
And taught her how to speak:
He hinders her; she chides him still;
He loves her lispings meek.

And still he will not let her go:
But she may chide and sing,
And o'er him liquid freshness throw,
Amid her murmuring.

The harebell sees herself no more
In waters clear at play;
Yet never she such azure wore,
Till wept on by the spray.

And many a woodland violet
Stays charmed upon the bank;
Her thoughtful blue eye brimming wet,
The rock and rill to thank.

The rill is blessing in her talk
What half she held a wrong,—
The happy trouble of the rock
That makes her life a song.