Poems (Griffin)/Voice of the Streamlet

POEMS.

VOICE OF THE STREAMLET.

AYLY through the forest flashing, With a bounding tide I go;Over rocks and rocklets dashing In a wild and gladsome flow.

Mosses fringe my bed of pebbles, And the bending bluebells lave,Lovingly, their silvery petals In the nectar of my wave.

And the violet and the lily, Peeping from the wavy grass,With their modest eyelets shyly Nod me welcome as I pass.

Peeping vines and climbing roses Twine triumphal arches o'erMy wild path, and swaying osiers Sigh sweet greetings from the shore.

Tall trees bend to do me homage, Holding o'er me feathery boughs,And the shadows of their foliage Lightly on my bosom glows.

Now I catch them, and reflect them On my glancing wavelets bright,And embrace them and caress them Till the coming of the night.

Then the sweet stars send their beamlets Trembling down, to gem my breast;And I sing each tiny gleamlet With a lullaby to rest.

And I fold them and I hold them In a fond and sweet embrace,Till the coming beams of morning From my arms the treasures chase.

Then I kiss them and release them With a murmur and a sigh,And upon the breezes send them To their azure homes on high.

Thus, 'mid scenes of beauty flowing, Dancing, glancing, on I sweep,With a bounding spirit going To my home, my native deep.