The brook leaps riotous with its life just found, <br />That freshets from the mountain rains have fed, <br />Beats at the boulders in its hindered bed, <br />And fills the valley with its triumphing sound. <br />The strong unthirsty tarn sunk in deep ground <br />Has never a sigh wherewith its wealth is said, <br />Has no more ripples than the May-flies tread: <br />Silence of waters is where they abound. <br /> <br />And love, whatever love, sure, makes small boast: <br />'Tis the new lovers tell, in wonder yet. <br />Oh happy need! Enriched stream's jubilant gush! <br />But who being spouses well have learned love's most, <br />Being child and mother learned not nor forget, <br />These in their joyfulness feel the tarn's strong hush.<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-brook-leaps-riotous/
