Songs of the Brook

With gurgling sounds and ripples bright
The brook sings on by day and night;
It dances forth, in merry play,
Through pebbled beds, it winds away.

In fallen leaves it finds a bed,
And laughs to hear the waters shed;
From woodland glens to meadows wide,
It journeys on, a wandering guide.

Each bend reveals a different view,
As sunlight casts a golden hue;
The brook doth carry dreamers near,
To nature’s heart, forever dear.

• Hartley Coleridge