Fair stream of the mountain, brightly flowing <br /> Between thy fresh margins, gay with flowers, <br />Life's uncertain visions showing; <br /> Thus, like thy waters glide past the hours. <br /> Oft on thy sunny banks I lie <br /> And mark the waves that glitter by <br />With fleeting joy and brightness glowing. <br /> <br />Fair stream! when no more near thee reclining, <br /> I gaze and lament for moments gone— <br />Cold and silent, past repining— <br /> Still thy clear way thou wilt murmur on: <br /> Still will thy roses bloom anew, <br /> Though I no more their beauty view, <br />And yonder sun as bright be shining!<br /><br />Louisa Stuart Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-for-a-german-air/
