Chiming Rill

Chiming rill

A singing stream through virgin valleys strayed,

With ancient myths and mysteries flowing by;

Like some fair maiden, sorrowful but yet gay,

She bore her crystal bosom underneath the sky.

Now swift she danced, now lingered soft and slow,

Where fairy choirs along the greenwood play;

They breathed rich hues upon the timbrous grove,

And charmed my saddened spirit on their way.

Her visage was gentle as a healer's grace;

Each moonlit Eve bent low to kiss her stream.

Soft winds enwreathed her with a fond embrace,

Till all the vale became a living dream.

Thus Love and Nature weave one deathless theme,

And every brook becomes a poet's dream.

---Affaq 

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