THE BROOK, CLEEVE HILL,
GLOUCESTERSHIRE.
DEEPLY down in the.mossy dell,
Sparkling and clear in the quiet cell;
Babbling thus so soft and clear,
Bright as maiden's new falling tear!
Murmuring on thy peaceful way,
Glistening on the fair noon-day.
Sparkling and clear in the quiet cell;
Babbling thus so soft and clear,
Bright as maiden's new falling tear!
Murmuring on thy peaceful way,
Glistening on the fair noon-day.
Hidden midst thy fern clad nook
Art thou, oh! pure and fairy brook;
Soft as the cushat's spangled wing,
Thou, my fresh and silvery spring,
Modest too the gentle gleam
In the sunset's fiery beam!
Art thou, oh! pure and fairy brook;
Soft as the cushat's spangled wing,
Thou, my fresh and silvery spring,
Modest too the gentle gleam
In the sunset's fiery beam!
