Verdant and solid, the ground reappears when the sun wears the Circlet, Tying year's end to new year's beginning; and meekly the waters give over. Silently ceasing the siege, till dappled and calm, running smoothly, Leisurely hurrying past to the sound of its own cheerful singing, Rippling and simmering, no end in sight, a river unwinding. Sunbeam nor eye nor stem or rock can resist the resistless Pull of its mighty inexorable weight; born on its broad back, Leaning low 'neath the current. Surging past the rocks it once covered, Breaking the flow to pause till it dips and slides round the turning.
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