RIVER @\.

MOOTH it slides upon its travel,
Here a wimple, there a gleam—

 

O the clean gravel!
O the smooth stream!

Sailing blossoms, silver fishes,
Paven pools as clear as air—
How a child wishes
To live down there!

 

We can see our coloured faces
Floating on the shaken pool
Down in cool places,
Dim and very cool;