Who first heard the high and silver treble Of pebble striking upon pebble. Like the blaze of music from a harp The water chords but through them sharp These came. The cupped hands of the brook, Taking the stones, together shook Each hard, translucent minor moon And found the forest a new tune. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETERNITY BLUES by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL ON A YOUNG LADY'S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM |