Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.
...water laughing softly down a black stone wall.
It is a little stream, which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course.
And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters
The river was mild and leisurely, going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for supper.
A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
A nothing day full of wild beauty .... Little fish stream by, a river in water.
I heard the spring light whisper Above the dancing stream, The world is made forever in likeness of a dream.
