In the sound of water, a living dream:
  Afar from cities and their noise retold
  And tired of being a man acting bold—
Eternity in time, all man must deem—
On the water, light reflects twinkling gleam.
  Come closer, poor man, a rich spirit hold.
  Be still near water.  Hear silence unfold.
He walks down, sits, by a murmuring stream.

With a stone throw, skip, at arm’s length he tests;
 Is silent, later unlaces each shoe;
  The good heart of man seeks anew for more.
Robins whistle, fly away to their nests;
 Evening sun sets in a red, lonely hue—
   The murmuring stream runs along the shore.