Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO MY BROOK, by JEAN FRANCOIS DUCIS



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TO MY BROOK, by                    
First Line: Brook little known whose waters run
Last Line: How time's swift stream doth ever flow.
Subject(s): Brooks; Calm; Streams; Creeks; Placid; Undisturbed; Tranquility


BROOK little known whose waters run
Along a wild and hidden bed,
Like thee the busy world I shun
And love the wilderness instead.

Brook in forgetfulness now drown
The sorrows of my past forlorn,
And leave within my soul alone
The peace that on thy tide is borne.

Thy banks are dear to lilies pale
And to the lowly marguerite;
And by thy stream the nightingale
Doth warble out his passion sweet.

And nigh thee from the soul in peace
Doth fall the burden of its sin;
Thou all its sorrow dost release
With murmurs of thy tuneful lin.

When may I in drear autumn days
Along the course of thy clear stream
Hear the soft sound of shaken sprays
Or the lone lapwing's plaintive scream?

Ah! how I love this ancient shrine,
These walls whereon the flames have fed,
These pious bells that still repine
With wistful music overhead!

Now on the road a mother heeds
Their summoning, far wanderéd;
Her little daughter whom she leads
Says "Amen!" as she bows her head.

Where dwelt a vestal sisterhood
Once saw I cloister'd rivers run
That poured their solitary flood
By altars of the Holy One.

Their crystal waters wanderéd
By arch and plinth in mystic wise
Where these fair angel-girls did tread
The blesséd fields of Paradise.

My humble brook thy stream in flight—
So short a life is ours below—
Reminds me, thine own eremite,
How Time's swift stream doth ever flow.





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