Mild Complexion

The beauty of a broken sound
Trembles uncertain, where ripples
Scatter across the placid water—
Simply evident, the cool and gentle
River hastens, restless, like a clear plain
Or gentle foothill, rising and rolling in the wind,
The ripples confuse themselves abroad.
And at ease recline a thousand daffodils
Luxurious and bright in the sun at noon,
As light along the waters, winds,
Gently disquiet.

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