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'er
My 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.