
A speaker praises a brook’s springtime vitality and values its clear current above gold and silver. The speaker admires its visible pebbles and gentle murmur, then invokes the simplicity of days gone by.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Nature Poetry, Sonnet · 199 words
(A Un Arroyuelo)
Anonymous
Laugh of the mountain! -- lyre of bird and tree! / Pomp of the meadow! mirror of the morn! / The soul of April, unto whom are born / The rose and jessamine, leaps wild in thee! / Although, where'er thy devious current strays, / The lap of earth with gold and silver teems, / To me thy clear proceeding brighter seems / Than golden sands, that charm each shepherd's gaze. / How without guile thy bosom, all transparent / As the pure crystal, lets the curious eye / Thy secrets scan, thy smooth, round pebbles count! / How, without malice murmuring, glides thy current! / O sweet simplicity of days gone by! / Thou shun'st the haunts of man, to dwell in limpid fount!
streams · spring · clear water · simplicity · sonnet
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