Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, <br />Repeats the music of the rain; <br />But sweeter rivers pulsing flit <br />Through thee, as thou through the Concord Plain. <br /> <br />Thou in thy narrow banks art pent: <br />The stream I love unbounded goes <br />Through flood and sea and firmament; <br />Through light, through life, it forward flows. <br /> <br />I see the inundation sweet, <br />I hear the spending of the steam <br />Through years, through men, through Nature fleet, <br />Through love and thought, through power and dream. <br /> <br />Musketaquit, a goblin strong, <br />Of shard and flint makes jewels gay; <br />They lose their grief who hear his song, <br />And where he winds is the day of day. <br /> <br />So forth and brighter fares my stream,— <br />Who drink it shall not thirst again; <br />No darkness taints its equal gleam, <br />And ages drop in it like rain.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-rivers-3/
