In streamlets foaming still, the sheeted tide;
Shrouding the flowery sod with net-work frail,
Spread and contract by turns its waving veil.
And filling all the glade with voice and spray,
Sweep in its tides of quivering light away!
There with fixed gaze upon the waters lone
I watched them, following—losing them anon;
So the mind, wandering from thought to thought,
Loses—then lights upon the trace it sought!
I saw them mount, and roll, and downward glide,