THE ARETHUSA. 



Streaming among the streams; 



Her steps paved with green 



The downward ravine 

 Which slopes to the western gleams 



And gliding and springing, 



She went ever singing, 

 In murmurs as soft as sleep: 



The earth seemed to love her, 



And heaven smiled above her, 

 As she lingered toward the deep. 



Shelley. 



INTO the sunshine, 



Full of light, 

 Leaping and flashing 



From morn till night! 



Into the moonlight, 



Whiter than snow, 

 Waving so flower-like 



When the winds blow! 



Ever in motion, 



Blithesome and cheery, 

 Still climbing heavenward 



Never aweary. 



Full of a nature 



Nothing can tame; 

 Changed every moment, 



Ever the same. 



Glorious Fountain! 



Let my heart be 

 Fresh, changeful, constant, 



Upward, like thee. 



James Russell Lowell . 



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