Poems by John Howard Bryant | ||
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SONNET.
Beautiful streamlet by my dwelling side,I love thy shining sands, thy banks of grass;
I love to see thy silver waters pass,
Hurrying beneath the willow boughs to hide.
Thy nursing springs are in the forest shade;
Moss-bank and rock, brown trunk and ancient tree,
Woodbirds and wild flowers are thy company,
Until thou glitterest in the open glade.
Thou wert my playmate in my early days;
I built cascades and tiny bridges then;
Now thoughtfully on thy green banks I gaze,
And thy bright current, gushing through its glen,
Pure as the air above it, and as free,
And wish my heart were void of stain like thee.
Poems by John Howard Bryant | ||