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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

Sonnet

Samuel Taylor Coleridge·1772–1834
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To the River Otter Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West!How many various-fated years have past,What happy and what mournful hours, since lastI skimm'd the smooth thin stone along thy breast,Numbering its light leaps! yet so deep imprestSink the sweet scenes of childhood, that mine eyesI never shut amid the sunny ray,But straight with all their tints thy waters rise,Thy crossing plank, thy marge with willows grey,And bedded sand that vein'd with various dyesGleam'd through thy bright transparence! On my way,Visions of Childhood! oft have ye beguil'dLone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs:Ah! that once more I were a careless Child!