"He laughs by the summer stream 



Where the lilies nod and dream, 

 As through the sheen of water cool and clear 

 He sees the chub and sunfish cutting sheer. 



His are resplendent eyes; 



His mien is kingliwise; 



And down the May wind rides he like a king, 

 With more than royal purple on his wing." 

 Thompson. 



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