Summer Streams

All day long beneath the sun Shining through the fields they run,

Singing in a cadence known To the seraphs round the throne.

And the traveller drawing near Through the meadow, halts to hear

Anthems of a natural joy No disaster can destroy.

All night long from set of sun Through the starry woods they run,

Singing through the purple dark Songs to make a traveller hark.

All night long, when winds are low, Underneath my window go

The immortal happy streams, Making music through my dreams.