The glittering rock stood on the height,
With the lovely lake below.
He stretched and strained with all his might,
But not one inch could go.

The lovely lake up to him smiled;
She was yet fain he’d win,
And plunge in her and be her isle,—
His weakness seemed a sin.

Then one there came, a searching boy—
He pulled a pebble free
And down the rock did shout with joy,
“My love, I come to thee!”

The lovely lake did laugh and laugh
And threw a splash uphill,
And on my cheek I caught a kiss
And I’m her lover still!

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