The Poetry Of Coleridge by George Meredith

A brook glancing under green leaves, self-delighting, exulting,
And full of a gurgling melody ever renewed –
Renewed thro’ all changes of Heaven, unceasing in sunlight,
Unceasing in moonlight, but hushed in the beams of the holier orb.

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