Aside the stream I dream in calm delight, and
Watch as in a glass,
How the cloudlets like crowds of snowy-hued and
White-robed maidens pass,
And the water into ripples breaks and sparkles
As it spreads,
Like a host of armored knights with silver
Helmets on their heads.
A cloud fell down from the heavens,
And broke on the mountain's brow;
It scattered the dusky fragments
All over the vale below.
The moon and the stars were anxious
To know what its fate might be;
So they rushed to the azure opening,
And all peered down to see.
And I deem the stream an emblem fit of human
Life may go,
For I find a mind may sparkle much and yet
But shallows show,
And a soul may glow with myriad lights and
When it only lies a dormant thing and mirrors
What it sees.