From its fountains In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; Through moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps For a while, till it sleeps In it… - Robert Southey

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From its fountains
In the mountains,
Its rills and its gills;
Through moss and through brake,
It runs and it creeps
For a while, till it sleeps
In its own little lake.

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About Robert Southey

Robert Southey (August 12 1774 – March 21 1843) was an English poet of the Romantic school, one of the so-called Lake Poets, and Poet Laureate.

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