A gentle stream through mossy stones did flow, Its murmured secrets soft the air did fill. It danced where wild forget-me-nots did grow, And paused to rest beneath a sun-warmed hill. An ancient willow, with its branches low, Did watch its journey from the mountain’s crown. It told the tales of all it came to know— The buried hopes within a sleeping town. It passed a mill where time had ground to rest, And saw a kingfisher’s swift, sapphire gleam. It soothed the earth, a kindly, liquid guest, ...

A gentle stream through mossy stones did flow, Its murmured secrets soft the air did fill. It danced where wild forget-me-nots did grow, And paused to rest beneath a sun-warmed hill. An ancient willow, with its branches low, Did watch its journey from the mountain’s crown. It told the tales of all it came to know— The buried hopes within a sleeping town. It passed a mill where time had ground to rest, And saw a kingfisher’s swift, sapphire gleam. It soothed the earth, a kindly, liquid guest, ...