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The Flute of Spring – Bliss Carman

I know a shining meadow stream That winds beneath an Eastern hill, And all year long in sun or gloom Its murmuring voice is never still. The summer dies more gently there, The April flowers are earlier,— The first warm rain-wind from…

Prairie Waters by Night – Carl Sandburg

Chatter of birds two by two raises a night song joining a litany of running water—sheer waters showing the russet of old stones remembering many rains. And the long willows drowse on the shoulders of the running water, and sleep from much…

A Sunstroke – John B. Tabb

The Sun courted Water, Earth's loveliest daughter, And strove to abduct her in vain: For, when he had caught her, And to the clouds brought her, Home she came running in rain. - John B. Tabb

The Outlet – Emily Dickinson

My river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I'll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks, — Say, sea, Take me! - Emily Dickinson