WIND-SILVERED willows hedge the stream, <br />And all within is hushed and cool. <br />The water, in an endless dream, <br />Goes sliding down from pool to pool. <br />And every pool a sapphire is, <br />From shadowy deep to sunlit edge, <br />Ribboned around with irises <br />And cleft with emerald spears of sedge. <br /> <br />O, every morn the winds are stilled, <br />The sunlight falls in amber bars. <br />O, every night the pools are filled <br />With silver brede of shaken stars. <br />O, every morn the sparrow flings <br />His elfin trills athwart the hush, <br />And here unseen at eve there sings <br />One crystal-throated hermit-thrush.<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-river/
