Poems (Clark)/The Child and the Brooklet

Poems
by Annie Maria Lawrence Clark
The Child and the Brooklet
4591352Poems — The Child and the BrookletAnnie Maria Lawrence Clark
THE CHILD AND THE BROOKLETAfter the German of Dieffenbach.
"Why hastenest thou away,
Thou little brook so gay,
Far through the valley green?
I pray thee pause and be
A playmate kind to me,
I'm good, you must have seen."

The brooklet murmured low,
"I may not linger so,
No time have I for play;
I have so much to do
I cannot rest with you;
My way is far to-day.

"For I must quickly glide
The old mill close beside
To turn the busy wheel;
Then through the meadows low,
To cheer the flowers that grow,
Must gently onward steal.

"The waiting lambs for me
Are crying plaintively
That I their thirst will slake;
So from the distant spring
The water cool to bring
My way I quickly take.