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Sierra Club Bulletin. 



THE WATER -OUZEL. 



By C. H. Sholes. 



O blissful Sprite! enrapt of solitude, 

 Elusive as the light, effect or cause 

 Art thou of charms which make all human laws 



And ties less dear to me than wildest wood? 



Shy songster of the cafion's misty mood, 



Where sun and shade keep tryst with spray and pool, 

 Where fragrant winds dip in and shift and brool, 



And filter sunshine on thy tender brood, 



Wouldst thou could put some magic in my blood 

 To make me throb and thrill and sing like thee, 



Out-rivaling e'en thy stream's impetuous flood, 

 Thou Joy incarnate, woodland ecstasy! 



What thou hast give me, O marvelous bird, 



To sing my joys and sorrows in one word. 



