Two mountain lakes serenely lie Beneath the peaceful summer sky, Close-guarded by the hills that stand Protectingly on either hand, With rugged crags upreaching high. But breezes come and breezes go, And whisper soft and whisper low A wondrous story of the sea; The waters listen restlessly; If they could know, could only know! Two mountain brooks rejoicing leap From stone to stone. The way is steep For one; its waters swift and strong, Resistless, reckless, dash along And make themselves a channel deep. The other finds a smoother way O'er moss-grown banks, where sunbeams play. Its waters to the river flow Which onward moves, sedate and slow, And broader grows from day to day. From lake to sea the ways must be Apart, and only the breezes free Know that wherever the streams may flow, And whether swift or whether slow, They both, at last, shall find the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAR PRESIDENT by JOHN JAMES PIATT ON A FOUNTAIN AND ITS ARCHITECT by PHILIP AYRES THE ALBION QUEENS, ACT 1: THE WONDER by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) FAREWELL TO ELIZA by ROBERT BURNS THE BOTTLING OF THE WASP by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE TRAGEDIE OF MARIAM, FAIRE QUEENE OF JEWRY: CHORAL SONG by ELIZABETH (TANFIELD) CARY |