FLOW on, rejoice, make music, Bright living stream set free! The troubled haunts of care and strife Were not for thee! The woodland is thy country, Thou art all its own again; The wild birds are thy kindred race, That fear no chain. Flow on, rejoice, make music Unto the glistening leaves! Thou, the beloved of balmy winds And golden eves! Once more the holy starlight Sleeps calm upon thy breast, Whose brightness bears no token more Of man's unrest. Flow, and let freeborn music Flow with thy wavy line, While the stock-dove's lingering, loving Comes blent with thine. And the green reeds quivering o'er thee, voice Strings of the forest-lyre, All filled with answering spirit-sounds, In joy respire. Yet, midst thy song's glad changes, Oh! keep one pitying tone For gentle hearts, that bear to thee Their sadness lone. One sound, of all the deepest, To bring, like healing dew, A sense that nature ne'er forsakes The meek and true. Then, then, rejoice, make music, Thou stream, thou glad and free! The shadows of all glorious flowers Be set in thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HITS AND RUNS by CARL SANDBURG WHAT DOES A WOMAN WANT? by KAREN SWENSON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN by WALT WHITMAN SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 20 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |