136 <br /> <br />Have you got a Brook in your little heart, <br />Where bashful flowers blow, <br />And blushing birds go down to drink, <br />And shadows tremble so— <br /> <br />And nobody knows, so still it flows, <br />That any brook is there, <br />And yet your little draught of life <br />Is daily drunken there— <br /> <br />Why, look out for the little brook in March, <br />When the rivers overflow, <br />And the snows come hurrying from the fills, <br />And the bridges often go— <br /> <br />And later, in August it may be— <br />When the meadows parching lie, <br />Beware, lest this little brook of life, <br />Some burning noon go dry!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/have-you-got-a-brook-in-your-little-heart/
