<SPAN name="THE_CANAL"></SPAN>THE CANAL.<br/>
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No dip and dart of swallows wakes the black<br/>
Slumber of the canal:—a mirror dead<br/>
For lack of loveliness remembered<br/>
From ancient azures and green trees, for lack<br/>
Of some white beauty given and flung back,<br/>
Secret, to her that gave: no sun has bled<br/>
To wake an echo here of answering red;<br/>
The surface stirs to no leaf's wind-blown track.<br/>
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Between unseeing walls the waters rest,<br/>
Lifeless and hushed, till suddenly a swan<br/>
Glides from some broader river blue as day,<br/>
And with the mirrored magic of his breast<br/>
Creates within that barren water-way<br/>
New life, new loveliness, and passes on.<br/>
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