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You came swift as a golden stream running by

As I did stand tall and but ankle-deep

'Twas the ripple calm that never made me see

'Twas the ripple calm that never made me see

And as I do reason myself back

Into a shallow piece of mind, I see that

True art is that of the trembling heart

...And what would I give to return and plunge an eye

Into my delicate rush fading by

'Twas at a crossing I had stumbled

And fell in waters clear but bold

And as I do reason myself back

Into a shallow piece of mind, I see that

True art is that of the trembling heart

And as before I swear the cursed oath

To heed and learn from times that were

And I reap the flame with fingers and a tongue

'Tis these directionless words I write

Before I return to mediocrity

True art is that of the trembling art