SALMON BROOK

by: Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

      ALMON Brook,
      Penichook,
      Ye sweet waters of my brain,
      When shall I look,
      Or cast the hook,
      In your waves again?
       
      Silver eels,
      Wooden creels,
      These the baits that still allure,
      And dragon-fly
      That floated by,
      May they still endure?

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