Page:Poems and lyrics of the joy of earth.djvu/89

Rh Water, first of singers, o'er rocky mount and mead,
 * First of earthly singers, the sun-loved rill,

Sang of him, and flooded the ripples on the reed,
 * Seeking whom to waken and what ear fill.

Water, sweetest soother to kiss a wound and cool,
 * Sweetest and divinest, the sky-born brook,

Chuckled, with a whimper, and made a mirror-pool
 * Round the guest we welcomed, the strange hand shook.
 * God! of whom music
 * And song and blood are pure,
 * The day is never darkened
 * That had thee here obscure.