As softly as the stream does flow <br />Down from the hills above, <br />The waters pass and yet I know <br />They shall not bring me love. <br /> <br />Its silver surface shines so bright <br />Within the morning sun, <br />Yet cannot free me from my plight <br />For life has yet begun. <br /> <br />As floating leaves begin to sink <br />My heart does sink with thee, <br />For as they drown it makes me think <br />That joy I'll never see. <br /> <br />The sound so sweet unto my ear <br />I walk its winding way, <br />Then look upon its water clear <br />And wish for love this day. <br /> <br />As softly as the stream does flow <br />Around the rock and stone, <br />I think of love so long ago <br />As I now watch alone.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-softly-as-the-stream-does-flow/
