The Sun he spoke To the Meadow-Brook, And said, "I sorely blame you; Through every nook The wild-flower folk You hunt, as naught could shame you. What but the light Makes them so bright - The light from me they borrow? Yet me you slight To get a sight At them, and I must sorrow! Ah! pity take On me, and make Your smooth breast stiller, clearer; And as I wake In the blue sky-lake, Be thou, O Brook, my mirror!" The Brook flowed on And said anon: -- "Good Sun, it should not grieve you That as I run I gaze upon The motley flowers, and leave you. You are so great In your heavenly state And they so unpretending. On you they wait And only get The graces of your lending. But when the sea Receiveth me From them I must me sever. I then shall be A glass to thee, Reflecting thee forever." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUSSEX DRINKING SONG by HILAIRE BELLOC I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH GIANT RED WOMAN by CLARENCE MAJOR STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |