Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
And whom the curious painter read more

Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
And whom the curious painter doth pursue
Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks,
And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks.

A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping read more

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

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

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

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men read more

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

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

The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
- Ebenezer Elliott ("The Corn Law Rhymer"),

The music of the brook silenced all conversation.

The music of the brook silenced all conversation.

See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and read more

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

Gently running made sweet music with the enameled stones and
seemed to give a gentle kiss to every sedge read more

Gently running made sweet music with the enameled stones and
seemed to give a gentle kiss to every sedge he overtook in his
watery pilgrimage.

Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road,
The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful read more

Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road,
The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode
Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height,
Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light.