Now it's water I'll have to live beside If it's only a brook through a hollow, It needn't be deep, nor yet be wide, But alive for my eyes to follow. Alive, with a voice that my heart may know And a tale that my heart may hearken. Over it swiftly wind will blow As each day's shadows darken. And the way of the water and wind will bring Rest from a word once spoken, Forgetfulness of a dreary thing, And an old, old promise broken. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON AN EPITAPH ON A ROBIN REDBEAST by SAMUEL ROGERS A CHRISTMAS CAROL (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO A DOG by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD NOVEMBER MORNING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |