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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