Still farther on we scrambled up the rocky channel of a brook, which had long served nature for a sluice there, leaping like it fr...om rock to rock, through tangled woods, at the bottom of a ravine, which grew darker and darker, and more and more hoarse the murmurs of the stream, until we reached the ruins of a mill, where now the ivy grew, and the trout glanced through the crumbling flume; and there we imagined what had been the dreams and speculations of some early settler. But the waning day compelled us to embark once more, and redeem this wasted time with long and vigorous sweeps over the rippling stream.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No one would know except for ancient maps That such a brook ran water. But I wonder... If from its being kept forever under, The thoughts may not have risen that so keep This new-built city from both work and sleep.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear... A number in. But what about the brook That held the house as in an elbow-crook?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It must be the brook Can trust itself to go by contraries... The way I can with you--and you with me-- Because we're--we're--I don't know What we are.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Our life runs down in sending up the clock. The brook runs down in sending up our life.... The sun runs down in sending up the brook. And there is something sending up the sun.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Speaking of contraries, see how the brook In that white wave runs counter to itself.... It is from that in water we were from Long, long before we were from any creature.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The wind came briskly up this way, Crisping the brook beside the road;... Then, pausing here, set down its load Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly Two petals from that wild-rose tree.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »