Song: I went, Dear, by the Brook To-day

I WENT, dear, by the brook to-day,
The little brook was dry.
No shoals flash fair in a sunny ray
Shooting the shallow nigh,
Nor silverly clinks the crystal free
As the startled minnows fly.

Our one wild apple above the pool
Hath yielded blossoms long
To gleamy water lingering cool,
Birds weary now of song,
No winged blue halcyon flits with glee
Green bulrushes among.

Only a teasel moves a flower
And a languid meadowsweet,
Dull leaves are thirsting for a shower,
Blue airs are pale with heat.
Ah ! never again by the brook with me
Thy fairy foot may fleet !

There is no water in the brook
Nor any rosy bloom,
Music and rain the leaves forsook —
And thou hast left in gloom
A heart that yearns, O love, to thee
Over the far sea-foam.