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LOOKING-GLASS RIVER <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> Smooth it slides upon its travel, Here a wimple, there a gleam— O the clean gravel! O the smooth stream! </div> <div class="stanza"> Sailing blossoms, silver fishes, Paven pools as clear as air— How a child wishes To live down there! </div> </div>               <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/image_044.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs="142" alt="Illustration" /></div> [45] <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> We can see our colored faces Floating on the shaken pool Down in cool places, Dim and very cool; </div> <div class="stanza"> Till a wind or water wrinkle, Dipping marten, plumping trout, Spreads in a twinkle And blots all out. </div> <div class="stanza"> See the rings pursue each other; All below grows black as night, Just as if mother Had blown out the light! </div> <div class="stanza"> Patience, children, just a minute— See the spreading circles die; The stream and all in it Will clear by-and-by. </div> </div> [46] <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/image_045.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs="455" alt="Illustration" /></div> [47] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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