I love a careless streamlet, That takes a mad-cap leap, And like a sparkling beamlet Goes dashing down the steep. Like torrents of the mountain We've coursed along the lea, From many a crystal fountain Toward the far-distant sea. And now we've gained life's valley, And through the lowlands roam, No longer may'st thou dally, No longer spout and foam. May pleasant meads await thee, Where thou may'st freely roll Towards that bright heavenly sea, Thy resting place and goal. And when thou reach'st life's down-hill, So gentle be thy stream, As would not turn a grist-mill Without the aid of steam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAST WORDS TO A DUMB FRIEND by THOMAS HARDY CHRISTMAS HYMN by HARRIET AUBER STANZAS TO HELEN M-- M-- by BERNARD BARTON MASKS OF DEATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AUTUMN SUNSET ON THE SIERRA NEVADAS by DOROTHY BOARDMAN DON'T BE DOWN-HEARTED (A PHILOSOPHIC POME) by BERTON BRALEY A SONNET FOR THE EARTH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |