" I loved the brimming wave that swam
thro' quiet meadows round the milll,
the sleepy pool above the dam,
the pool beneath it never still,
the meal-stacks on the whiten'd floor,
the dark round of the dripping wheel,
the very air about the door,
made misty with the floating meal."
from the 'The Miller's Daughter' by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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