Saturday, July 29, 2006

Yahara River

Yahara River, May 2006
Taken from the Main Street Bridge
Stoughton, WI

... I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
Is lovely yet;
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.


Jana said...

How tranquil...Love it, hun. And love how you can find a poem to go with just about everything. You've a gift, my friend. ;-)

Heather said...

Thanks, Jana! Had a feeling you and Lynn would especially appreciate this one.