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Stream
FIVE SONGS
STREAM
This young water
In my young day
Nosed like a hound
Through the meadow.
Changing, scarcely
Changed, it winds
Through Gloucestershire,
The Windrush stream.
Winds in a changeless
Image a
Recalling eye
Throws to the mind.
Mine is what's gone,
Not what's to come;
Then, I lived now,
Now, I live then.