THE BROOK.

YOU little silver-sparkling brook!

Why taunt me with that mocking look?

As on your sunny bank I bask,

Leave me alone, it's all I ask.

I look down in your clear, bright stream,

And of my radiant love I dream;

I listen to her whispered sigh,

Or hear her laughter rippling by,

When, all at once, you saucy knave,

Myself you mirror in your wave!

You need n't wink your liquid eye,

Whose blue you've stolen from the sky;

For what know you of lover's bliss,

You never felt a soft, warm kiss!

Run on - embrace your moss and stone,

And leave me and my love alone!

C.