ALL day long beneath the sun <br />Shining through the fields they run, <br />Singing in a cadence known <br />To the seraphs round the throne. <br />And the traveller drawing near <br />Through the meadow, halts to hear <br />Anthems of a natural joy <br />No disaster can destroy. <br />All night long from set of sun <br />Through the starry woods they run, <br />Singing through the purple dark <br />Songs to make a traveller hark. <br />All night long, when winds are low, <br />Underneath my window go <br />The immortal happy streams, <br />Making music through my dreams.<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-streams/
