SMALL current of the wilds afar from men, Changing and sudden as a baby's mood; Now a green babbling rivulet in the wood, Now loitering broad and shallow through the glen, Or threading mid the naked shoals, and then Battling against the stones, half mist, half flood, Betwixt the mountains where the storm-clouds brood; And each change but to wake or sleep again; Pass on, young stream, the world has need of thee: Far hence a mighty river on its brease Bears the deep-laden vessels to the sea, Far hence wide waters feed the vines and corn: Pass on, small stream, to so great purpose born, On to the distant toil, the distant rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY by EDWARD LEAR SONNET PREFIXED TO 'NENNIO, OR A TREATISE OF NOBILITY' by EDMUND SPENSER THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): JASON'S SOWING AND REAPING by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |