Only to heighten eve’s still solitude.
The wind asleep, the quiet waters bore
Vision of sky and mountains’ deepening shade,
And touch of bending birches, softly laid,
As the still stream gave back their glance once more.
Clear, through the silence, drifted rippling tones—
The patient river singing to the stones.
IV.
So, through the day, had flowed the river’s song,
So borne the stream its burden of strong life