YOUTH. PRETTY brooklet, gaily glancing In the morning sun, Why so joyous in thy dancing? Whither dost thou run? What is't lures thee to the vale? Tell me, if thou hast a tale. BROOK. Youth! I was a brooklet lately, Wandering at my will; Then I might have moved sedately; Now, to yonder mill, Must I hurry, swift and strong, Therefore do I race along. YOUTH. Brooklet, happy in thy duty, Nathless thou art free; Knowest not the power of beauty That enchaineth me! Looks the miller's comely daughter Ever kindly on thy water? BROOK. Early comes she every morning, From some blissful dream; And, so sweet in her adorning, Bends above my stream. Then her bosom, white as snow, Makes my chilly waters glow. YOUTH. If her beauty brings such gladness, Brooklet, unto thee, Marvel not if I to madness Should enflamed be. O that I could hope to move her! Once to see her is to love her. BROOK. Then careering -- ah, so proudly! Rush I o'er the wheel, And the merry mill speaks loudly, All the joy I feel. Show me but the miller's daughter, And more swiftly flows my water. YOUTH. Nay, but, brooklet, tell me truly, Feelest thou no pain, When she smiles, and bids thee duly Go, nor turn again? Hath that simple smile no cunning, Brook, to stay thee in thy running? BROOK. Hard it is to lose her shadow, Hard to pass away; Slowly, sadly, down the meadow, Uninspired I stray. O, if I might have my will, Back to her I'd hasten still! YOUTH. Brook! my love thou comprehendest; Fare-thee-well a while; One day, when thou hither wendest, May'st thou see me smile. Go, and in thy gentlest fashion, Tell that maiden all my passion! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MILLION YOUNG WORKMEN, 1915 by CARL SANDBURG THE LAST WORD OF A BLUEBIRD; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST SONG [WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1732] by GEORGE LYTTELTON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 78. BODY'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE PLACE OF THE DAMNED by JONATHAN SWIFT |