OH, shiny brook, I watch you on your way to the sea, And see little faces peering up Out of the water . . . Water-fairies Strange smiles and questions. They are your pebbles sweet, Golden with foam of the sun, Blue with foam of the sky. I know their way of speaking, Of talking to each other: I hear them telling secrets About green moss, about fish that get lost. And how I am sitting on a big stone Getting my feet wet in Shiny Brook To watch their surprising ways! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE FORSAKEN MERMAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 100 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |