The fish, the fish!
The fish in the brook!

                 Their giddy way,  
         Their glimmering backs,  
         So light they seem,  
         So paint them bright  
         Up high above,  
         Their lips a-smile,  
         And, oh!  
        They leap back to my heart again,  
              
                          In the hush of the night  
                       Beneath the stars.   Plaything of waters!  
             
                      The thistle-down,  
                 So soft, so fleet,  
        That dances down the lane!   So soft, so fleet!  
          
               Here,  
                         Under the air,  
                       Like petals blown  
                   Bending to the sun.

• Edna St Vincent Millay