"A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune."

"See, how the stream has overflowed Its banks, and o'er the meadow road Is spreading far and wide!"

"He makes sweet music with the enameled stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge, He overtaketh in his pilgrimage."

"The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run."

"From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take."

"Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones."

"Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road. The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode Amon…"

"I wandered by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill: I could not hear the brook flow. The noisy wheel was still."

"Gently running made sweet music with the enameled stones and seemed to give a gentle kiss to every sedge he overtook …"

"I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever."