Stream and Pool

Mine is the eddying foam and the broken current.
Thine the serene-flowing tide, the unshattered rhythm;
Light touches me on the surface with glints of sunshine.
Dives in thy bosom disclosing a mystic river:
Ruffling, the wind takes the crest of my waves resurgent.
Stretches his pinions at poise on thy even ripples:
What is my song but the tumult of chafing forces.
What is thy silence. Beloved, but enchanted music!