Albert Schneider.
FROM SPRING TO RIVULET.
Still dances the brook with its murmurs gay,
Down through the woods and under the way,
Splashing o’er rocks,—through meadow agleam,
To lose itself in the larger stream.
It passes a laugh with ferns that peer
To see their forms in its waters clear;
It meets a rock, and dashes spray
At moss and lichens that light its gray;