Flow

Go sing on, happy stream, ramble on
your glittering course, your song between the rocks
and running rills to greet the brighter dawn,
your voice so true it never ever mocks.
Creep through the happy valley, greet the birds
with pleasant song, their little harmonies
make lyric sweet melody with no words,
so soothing tune, as it was meant to be.
I half-forget the binding chain of time,
that birds will pass, that rivers must run dry,
that jangling even from the height sublime
the clanking truth: these things to nothing fly.
It's only simple truth, that each one knows;
that song is passing even as it flows.