POUR forth, shrill sparkling brook, your deathless wave, Your pretty counterplay of dark and clear; Though small your path, no starrier fancies pave Earth's proudest deep, nor sunnier nymphs appear. No voice of glory waits you at the weir, Yet there are eyes to shine with your young force, And that swift swirl and leap will take the ear Of some with wonder; though Zambesi hoarse Burst on them lost in life, you are their watercourse. This bird who haunts your channels, without change Might jewel heaven's still waters with blue wing, Nor should the resting shepherd think it strange If he saw there your pearl-clad dace upspring, Or heard these brook-like aspen-branches sing To airs embalmed with daffodils for grace To music on; then fear not, trembling thing, Earthly comparisons; we bless your face, And find you, luck divine! rippling through time and space. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON SOMETHING THAT WALKS SOMEWHERE by BEN JONSON AT THE CEDARS by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT GOOD-NIGHT by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 2. THE OTHER ONE COMES TO HER by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THE HORSE THIEF by WILLIAM ROSE BENET CONFESSIONS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |