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The Brook

By Eugene Field

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I looked in the brook and saw a face -     Heigh-ho, but a child was I!     There were rushes and willows in that place,     And they clutched at the brook as the brook ran by;     And the brook it ran its own sweet way,     As a child doth run in heedless play,     And as it ran I heard it say:     "Hasten with me     To the roistering sea     That is wroth with the flame of the morning sky!"     I look in the brook and see a face -     Heigh-ho, but the years go by!     The rushes are dead in the old-time place,     And the willows I knew when a child was I.     And the brook it seemeth to me to say,     As ever it stealeth on its way -     Solemnly now, and not in play:     "Oh, come with me     To the slumbrous sea     That is gray with the peace of the evening sky!"     Heigh-ho, but the years go by -     I would to God that a child were I!

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Eugene Field (1850–1895) was an American writer and poet known as the "children's poet." His poems "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" and "Little Boy Blue" are cherished classics of American children's literature.

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