There is a stream to northward, thinly spread
Over a shelving, many-fissured shale,
That brawls and blusters in its shallow bed,
And ends its course inglorious in a swale.
Its babble stirs the laughter of the hills;
The rooted mountains mock its fume and fret;
And all the summer long the idle mills
Wait wearily with water-wheel unwet.
Let us not waste our lives in froth and foam
And unavailing vanity of noise;
"Still waters deepest run" - the ancient gnome
Pricks well our sham, conceited bubble-toys;
Who serve best here in God's great halidome
Have volume, depth, serenity and poise.
A Shallow Stream
W. M. Mackeracher
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Poem topics: god, laughter, summer, water, wait, long, great, vanity, ancient, depth, noise, waste, serenity, wheel, spread, stream, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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