The brooklet came from the mountain, <br />As sang the bard of old, <br />Running with feet of silver <br />Over the sands of gold! <br /> <br />Far away in the briny ocean <br />There rolled a turbulent wave, <br />Now singing along the sea-beach, <br />Now howling along the cave. <br /> <br />And the brooklet has found the billow, <br />Though they flowed so far apart, <br />And has filled with its freshness and sweetness <br />That turbulent, bitter heart!<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-brook-and-the-wave-birds-of-passage-flight-the-third/
