English poem
SONG-WAVES
by Theodore H. Rand (1835–1900)
O soul that art essential change . . . . . . . . . . Bickering beams, a flutter strange, Lightning of thought and gust of passion, A silver thread in this mountain range;
The waters of thy shimmering rill, More real are they than granite hill; Thy tremulous waves of mystic feeling Nourish a life of enduring will.
The sun and moon from spacious height, And stars, may crumble into night; Why shouldst thou cease to move forever, A living glow of eternal light?