A thread-like stream, that had its source In lonely haunts beside a lake, Exultingly began its course, Resolved far pilgrimage to make. Softly it murmured: "What delight! Forth from the under-world I leap, And in my wavelets' mirror bright The golden clouds reflected sleep. "The blue-eyed myosotis sighs 'Forget me not, when far away;' And sunlit wings of dragon-flies Upon my dimpled surface play. "The wild birds from my crystal sip, And when my stream hath onward roll'd A few short years, perchance 'twill lip Green vales, and rocks, and castles old. "The foaming of my restless tide Shall fringe stone bridge, and granite quay, While steamships on my bosom ride Down to the everlasting sea!" The new-born rill, with prattling glee, Dared the dim future thus to paint, And, like some geyser, strove to free Her eager waters from restraint. But oft the giant dies a child— The cradle borders on the tomb— And thus—the stream that lately smiled Died in the lake's engulfing gloom! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD: TIME OF ROSES by THOMAS HOOD SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE by WILLIAM BASSE REQUIESCIT by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE COUNTRY CHURCH by ELIZABETH BOGART BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 1 by ROBERT BROWNING SONG AND SINGER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |