Classic Poem

Sweet streamlet bason! at thy side
Weary and faint within me cried
My longing heart, — In such pure deep
How sweet it were to sit and sleep;
To feel each passage from without
Close up, — above me and about,
Those circling waters crystal clear,
That calm impervious atmosphere!
There on thy pearly pavement pure
To lean, and feel myself secure,
Or through the dim-lit inter-space,
Afar at whiles upgazing trace
The dimpling bubbles dance around
Upon thy smooth exterior face;
Or idly list the dreamy sound
Of ripples lightly flung, above
That home, of peace, if not of love.