Who first heard the high and silver treble Of pebble striking upon pebble. Like the blaze of music from a harp The water chords but through them sharp These came. The cupped hands of the brook, Taking the stones, together shook Each hard, translucent minor moon And found the forest a new tune. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRESIDE by NATHANIEL COTTON WAR IS KIND: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE A DIRGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE REVENGE; A BALLAD OF THE FLEET by ALFRED TENNYSON RAMBLE OF THE GODS THROUGH BIRMINGHAM, SELECTION by JAMES BISSET THE RED SUNSETS, 1883 (2) by MATHILDE BLIND |