Down the golden braided center of your current swift and strong,
And the dragon-fly that lit
On the tilting rim of it,
And sailed away, and wasn't scared a bit!
And sing how oft in glee
Came a truant boy like me
Who loved to lean and listen to your lilting melody,
Till the gurgle and refrain
Of your music in his brain
Caused a happiness as deep to him as pain!