Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
No more by thee my steps shall be,
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
No where by thee my steps shall be,
But here will sigh thine alder tree,
And here by thee will hum the bee,
A thousand suns will stream on thee,
But not by thee my steps shall be,
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
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