Flowing Water

Flows the brook with cadence mellow, Warbling like some gallant fellow, Tender love songs as it passes Through the tangled reeds and grasses; Stealing kisses, brief, delicious, From the lilies, fair, capricious; Bringing blushes to their faces With bold, amorous embraces.

Wooing dainty wildwood flowers Leaning from secluded bowers, With the music, soft and thrilling, Of swift waters gaily trilling; Reaching higher notes, and sweeter, Where the downward flow is fleeter; Always joyful—always dancing, Crooning melody entrancing.