SWEET streamlet bason! at thy side Weary and faint within me cried My longing heart, -- In such pure deep How sweet it were to sit and sleep; To feel each passage from without Close up, -- above me and about, Those circling waters crystal clear, That calm impervious atmosphere! There on thy pearly pavement pure, To lean, and feel myself secure, Or through the dim-lit inter-space, Afar at whiles upgazing trace The dimpling bubbles dance around Upon thy smooth exterior face; Or idly list the dreamy sound Of ripples lightly flung, above That home, of peace, if not of love. |