The Streamlet

I strolled by a beautiful streamlet
With shaded woodlands cast
Into its murmuring loveliness
I all my troubles cast

I sat me down on its mossy bank
Into its depth my feet I sank
From my hands formed a living cup
Drank from its beverage sup by sup

I heard in its lovely murmurings there
As onward it rolled to the valley fair
That long, long years on its mission bold
Had this fair streamlet rolled and rolled

Many a fair one on its bank
Has of its cooling beverage drank
Left with it their secrets fair
That they would be wedded many a pair

But to me its murmurings soft and low
Took from my heart all sorrow and woe
Bore them away and left me free
A friend of the murmuring streams to be.