WHAT THE BROOK SAID
"WHY are you laughing?" said the brook to me,
"Why are you laughing? Blest are they that weep!"
And all my laughter trembled into tears.
Past lips that smiled slow heavy tears ran down,
As sudden raindrops fall when southward veers
The wind, seeking the leaves long fall'n, the birds long flown.
"Why are you weeping?" said the brook to me,
"Why are you weeping? Blest are they that sleep!"
