Two Streams.
Two streams out-welling on the upland height,1
Flowing in the sundered valleys of the hill,2
Yet hearing each the other’s presence still3
In answering whispers thro’ the silent night.4
One amid foaming gorges deep and large5
Battles his pathway downward to the plain6
Till all his broken waters rest again7
In level flowings by a daisied marge.8
And lo, that other smiling sunny-bright9
Glides down with all the lilies on her tide,10
With loving murmer ripples to his side,11
Filling his channel fuller with delight.12
In one thenceforth thro’ winding vales they go,13
Amid the sunshine and the winter weather,14
Turning content the toiling mills together,15
Merged at the last where sunset oceans glow.16