Till the gurgle and refrain,
Of your music in his brain,
Wrought a happiness as keen to him as pain.
Little Brook—laugh and leap!
Do not let the dreamer weep:
Sing him all the songs of summer till he sinks in softest sleep;
And then sing soft and low
Through his dreams of long ago—
Sing back to him the rest he used to know!
—James Whitcomb Riley.