I cannot tell what you say green leaves, <br />I cannot tell what you say : <br />But I know that there is a spirit in you, <br />And a word in you this day. <br /> <br />I cannot tell what you say, rosy rocks, <br />I cannot tell what you say : <br />But I know that there is a spirit in you, <br />And a word in you this day. <br /> <br />I cannot tell what you say, brown streams, <br />I cannot tell what you say : <br />But I know that in you too a spirit doth live, <br />And a word doth speak this day. <br /> <br />"Oh green is the colour of faith and truth, <br />And rose the colour of love and youth, <br />And brown of the fruitful clay. <br />Sweet Earth is faithful, and fruitful, and young, <br />And her bridal day shall come ere long, <br />And you shall know what the rocks and the streams <br />And the whispering woodlands say."<br /><br />Charles Kingsley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dartside-1849/
