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Samuel Kettell, ed.  Specimens of American Poetry.  1829.
 
The Bucket
By Samuel Woodworth (1784–1842)
 
HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood!
  When fond recollection presents them to view;
The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild wood,
  And every loved spot which my infancy knew;
The wide spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it,        5
  The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell;
The cot of my father, the dairy house nigh it,
  And e’en the rude bucket which hung in the well.
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-cover’d bucket which hung in the well.        10
 
That moss-cover’d vessel I hail as a treasure,
  For often at noon, when return’d from the field,
I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure,
  The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing,        15
  And quick to the white pebbled bottom it fell,
Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing,
  And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-cover’d bucket arose from the well.        20
 
How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it,
  As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips:
Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
  Though fill’d with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
And now far removed from the loved situation,        25
  The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
As fancy reverts to my father’s plantation,
  And sighs for the bucket which hangs in the well.
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-cover’d bucket which hangs in his well.        30
 
 
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