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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BOY AND THE BROOK, by LEO ALISHAN First Line: Down from yon distant mountain height Last Line: And my joy is then complete. | |||
Down from yon distant mountain height The brooklet flows through the village street; A boy comes forth to wash his hands, Washing, yes washing, there he stands, In the water cool and sweet. Brook, from what mountain dost thou come, O my brooklet cool and sweet! I come from yon mountain high and cold, Where lieth the new snow on the old, And melts in the summer heat. Brook, to what river dost thou go? O my brooklet cool and sweet! I go to the river there below Where in bunches the violets grow, And sun and shadow meet. Brook, to what garden dost thou go? O my brooklet cool and sweet! I go to the garden in the vale Where all night long the nightingale Her love-song doth repeat. Brook, to what fountain dost thou go? O my brooklet cool and sweet! I go to the fountain at whose brink The maid that loves thee comes to drink, And whenever she looks therein, I rise to meet her, and kiss her chin, And my joy is then complete. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IVY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NICHARCHUS UPON PHIDON HIS DOCTOR by EZRA POUND LINES TO MR. WYNCH ON HIS FORTH-FIFTH BIRTHDAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE INVIOLATE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AND THE COCK CREW by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR A BOLD STROKE FOR A WIFE: PROLOGUE by SUSANNA (FREEMAN) CENTLIVRE THE DREAM OF DREAMS by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE ON THE MEMORY OF MR. EDWARD KING, DROWNED IN THE IRISH SEAS by JOHN CLEVELAND |
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