A gentle stream through mossy stones does weave, Its silver song the drowsy ferns believe. It tells of mountains where the eagles stray, And shadows dance at closing of the day. A traveler paused to hear its murmured lore, Of ancient times and loves that are no more. The water spoke of journeys yet untold, In shades of sapphire and of sunset gold. He left the brook, but carried in his heart The whispered peace it was so loath to part. And ever after, when the world grew loud, He heard the str...

A gentle stream through mossy stones does weave, Its silver song the drowsy ferns believe. It tells of mountains where the eagles stray, And shadows dance at closing of the day. A traveler paused to hear its murmured lore, Of ancient times and loves that are no more. The water spoke of journeys yet untold, In shades of sapphire and of sunset gold. He left the brook, but carried in his heart The whispered peace it was so loath to part. And ever after, when the world grew loud, He heard the str...