Thursday, June 30, 2005

the brook

Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain;
But sweeter rivers pulsing flit
Through thee, as thou through the Concord Plain.

Thou in thy narrow banks art pent: The stream I love unbounded goes Through flood and sea and firmament;

Through light, through life, it forward flows.

Two Rivers : R.W. Emerson

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The beautiful combination of nature and poetry for posterity to realise.