The Brook
„Like thee, O stream! to glide in solitude
Noiselessly on, reflecting sun or star,
Unseen by men, and from the great world’s jar
Kept evermore aloof; methings ‘t were good
To live thus lonely through the silent lapse
Of my appointed time.” Not wisely said,
Unthinking Quietest! The brook hath sped
Its course for ages through the narrow gaps
Of rifted hills and o’er the reedy plain,
Or ‘mid the eternal forests, not in vain;
The grass more greenly groweth on its brink,
And lovelier flowers and richer fruits are there,
And of its crystal waters myriads drink
That else would faint beneath the torrid air.
„Like thee, O stream! to glide in solitude
Noiselessly on, reflecting sun or star,
Unseen by men, and from the great world’s jar
Kept evermore aloof; methings ‘t were good
To live thus lonely through the silent lapse
Of my appointed time.” Not wisely said,
Unthinking Quietest! The brook hath sped
Its course for ages through the narrow gaps
Of rifted hills and o’er the reedy plain,
Or ‘mid the eternal forests, not in vain;
The grass more greenly groweth on its brink,
And lovelier flowers and richer fruits are there,
And of its crystal waters myriads drink
That else would faint beneath the torrid air.