OH silvery streamlet of the fields, That flowest full and free, For thee the rains of spring return, The summer dews for thee; And when thy latest blossoms die In autumn's chilly showers, The winter fountains gush for thee, Till May brings back the flowers. Oh Stream of Life! the violet springs But once beside thy bed; But one brief summer, on thy path, The dews of heaven are shed. Thy parent fountains shrink away, And close their crystal veins, And where thy glittering current flowed The dust alone remains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE-FIELD by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE PRISONER OF CHILLON: INTRODUCTORY SONNET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY by WALT WHITMAN PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN OF CHARTRES by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS by AESCHYLUS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 2. THE OTHER ONE COMES TO HER by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |