THE stream came plunging and leaping, And white was the crash of its glee. Whence came it, a hunter unsleeping, In headlong hunt for the sea? From the silent tarn up yonder! -- The cloistered tarn, that abides Where the guarding mountains ponder As they gaze on the far-off tides. And there, immured from commotion, The cloistered tarn is at rest, That has only dreamed of the ocean, And the heart of pearl in its breast. |