<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409677" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Boy And The Brook. (Armenian Popular Song, From The Prose Version Of Alishan)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down from yon distant mountain height <br>The brooklet flows through the village street; <br>A boy comes forth to wash his hands, <br>Washing, yes washing, there he stands, <br>In the water cool and sweet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brook, from what mountain dost thou come, <br>O my brooklet cool and sweet! <br>I come from yon mountain high and cold, <br>Where lieth the new snow on the old, <br>And melts in the summer heat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brook, to what river dost thou go? <br>O my brooklet cool and sweet! <br>I go to the river there below <br>Where in bunches the violets grow, <br>And sun and shadow meet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brook, to what garden dost thou go? <br>O my brooklet cool and sweet! <br>I go to the garden in the vale <br>Where all night long the nightingale <br>Her love-song doth repeat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brook, to what fountain dost thou go? <br>O my brooklet cool and sweet! <br>I go to the fountain at whose brink <br>The maid that loves thee comes to drink, <br>And whenever she looks therein, <br>I rise to meet her, and kiss her chin, <br>And my joy is then complete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409677" data-title="The Boy And The Brook. (Armenian Popular Song, From The Prose Version Of Alishan) de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="Down from yon distant mountain height The brooklet flows through the village street; A boy comes forth to wash his hands, Washing, yes washing, there he stands, In the water cool and sweet. Brook, from what mountain dost thou come, O my bro..."></div> </div> </div>

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