The Water Nymphs

 They hide in the brook when I seek to draw nearer,
 Laughing amain when I feign to depart;
Often I hear them, now faint and now clearer—
 Innocent bold or so sweetly discreet.

Are they Nymphs of the Stream at their playing
 Or but the brook I mistook for a voice?
Little care I; for, despite harsh Time’s flaying,
 Brook voice or Nymph voice still makes me rejoice.

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