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...HAARLEM HEIGHTS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN THERMOPYLAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS PHILOSOPHIES by MADELEINE AARON IMPROMPTU LINES ON JULY FOURTH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BIRTHDAY CROWN by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1824-1911) AT A FUNERAL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |