THY summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through Concord Plain. Thou in thy narrow banks art pent: The stream I love unbounded goes Through flood and sea and firmament; Through light, through life, it forward flows. I see the inundation sweet, I hear the spending of the stream Through years, through men, through nature fleet, Through love and thought, through power and dream. Musketaquit, a goblin strong, Of shard and flint makes jewels gay; They lose their grief who hear his song, And where he winds is the day of day. So forth and brighter fares my stream, -- Who drink it shall not thirst again; No darkness stains its equal gleam, And ages drop in it like rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE FAIRIES by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WRITTEN IN EMERSON'S ESSAYS by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE PURPLE COW by FRANK GELETT BURGESS LULLABY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE LAY OF THE LABOURER by THOMAS HOOD THE BELEAGUERED CITY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |