Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — The Brook and the Wave

The brooklet came from the mountain,        &nbsp As sang the bard of old, Running with feet of silver        &nbsp Over the sands of gold! Far away in the briny ocean        &nbsp There rolled a turbulent wave, Now singing along the sea-beach,        &nbsp Now howling along the cave. And the brooklet has found the billow        &nbsp Though they flowed so far apart, And has filled with its freshness and sweetness        &nbsp That turbulent bitter heart!