| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | IV. The Brook | | By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882) |
| | From the Spanish
LAUGH of the mountain!—lyre of bird and tree! | |
| Pomp of the meadow! mirror of the morn! | |
| The soul of April, unto whom are born | |
| The rose and jessamine, leaps wild in thee! | |
| Although, where’er thy devious current strays, | 5 |
| The lap of earth with gold and silver teems, | |
| To me thy clear proceeding brighter seems | |
| Than golden sands, that charm each shepherd’s gaze. | |
| How without guile thy bosom, all transparent | |
| As the pure crystal, lets the curious eye | 10 |
| Thy secrets scan, thy smooth, round pebbles count! | |
| How, without malice murmuring, glides thy current! | |
| O sweet simplicity of days gone by! | |
| Thou shunn’st the haunts of man, to dwell in limpid fount. | | | | |
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