Thy summer voice,
Repeats
the music of the rain;
But sweeter rivers pulsing flit
Through thee, as thou through the
Concord Plain.
Thou in thy narrow banks art
pent: The stream I love
unbounded goes Through
flood and sea and firmament;
Through light, through life, it forward
flows.
I see the inundation
sweet, I hear the
spending of the steam
Through years, through men, through Nature fleet,
Through love and thought, through power
and dream.
Musketaquit, a goblin
strong, Of shard and
flint makes jewels gay;
They lose their grief who hear his song,
And where he winds is the day of
day.
So forth and brighter fares my
stream,-- Who drink it
shall not thirst again;
No darkness taints its equal gleam,
And ages drop in it like rain.
1856
Early versions of the poem from his journal:
I see thy brimming, eddying stream
And thy enchantment,
For thou changest every rock in thy bed
Into a gem,
All is opal and agate,
And at will thou pavest with diamonds:
And they are poor, shreds and flints.
So is it with me today.
1858
A later version:
Thy murmuring voice, Musketaquid,
Repeats the music of the rain,
But sweeter rivers silent flit
Through thee as thou through Concord plain.
Thou in thy banks must dwell,
But
The stream I follow freely flows
Through thee, through rocks, through air as well,
Through light, through men it gayly goes.
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