I found a torrent falling in a glen <br />Where the sun’s light shone silvered and leaf-split; <br />The boom, the foam, and the mad flash of it <br />All made a magic symphony; but when <br />I thought upon the coming of hard men <br />To cut those patriarchal trees away, <br />And turn to gold the silver of that spray, <br />I shuddered. Yet a gladness now and then <br />Did wake me to myself till I was glad <br />In earnest, and was welcoming the time <br />For screaming saws to sound above the chime <br />Of idle waters, and for me to know <br />The jealous visionings that I had had <br />Were steps to the great place where trees and torrents go.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-torrent/
