It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge
It ceased; yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
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