English poem
Stream And Sea
by John L. Stoddard (1850–1931)
A river flowed through a desert land On its way to find the sea, And saw naught else than glaring sand And scarcely a shady tree.
The distant stars looked down by night, And the burning sun by day, On the crystal stream, so pure and bright; But the sea was far away.
Sometimes at night the little stream Would sigh for the sea's embrace, And oft would see, as in a dream, The longed-for ocean's face.
At last one day it felt a thrill It had never known before, As it reached the brow of a lofty hill, And saw the wave-lapped shore.
And it flung itself with a mighty leap From the crest of the hill above, Till its waters mingled with the deep;-- And the name of the sea was Love.
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