A brook glancing under green leaves, self-delighting, exulting, <br />And full of a gurgling melody ever renewed - <br />Renewed thro' all changes of Heaven, unceasing in sunlight, <br />Unceasing in moonlight, but hushed in the beams of the holier orb.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poetry-of-coleridge/
