Streams

See, how the stream has overflowed Is spreading far and wide!

— Streams

He makes sweet music with the enameled stones,He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.

— Streams

The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.

— Streams

From Helicon's harmonious springsA thousand rills their mazy progress take.

— Streams

Sweet are the little brooks that run Singing in soothing tones.

— Streams

Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road.Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light.

— Streams

The music of the brook silenced all conversation.

— Streams

I wandered by the brook-side, The noisy wheel was still.

— Streams

Gently running made sweet music with the enameled stones and seemed to give a gentle kiss to every sedge he overtook in his watery pilgrimage.

— Streams

I chatter, chatter, as I flow But I go on forever.

— Streams

Brook! whose society the poet seeks,And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks.

— Streams