rippling

Shadowed by the spreading mango,

Nodding o’er the rippling stream,

Tell me, dear plant of my childhood,

The rest is Babel: Germans, Russians, Poles

And all the tongues, much rippling going on,

And if we couldn't trace the riffles out

ONE hour: as dim he and his house now look

As a reflection in a rippling brook,

While I remember him; but first, his house.

And the waves upon the margin

Rising, rippling on the pebbles,

Sobbed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!" 235

Or flush'd Aurora in the roseate dawning!

Or a white Naiad in a rippling stream;

Or a rapt seraph in a moonlight beam;

Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook,

And vacant on the rippling waves doth look,

That peaceful still 'twixt bitterest foemen flow;

A flower in moonlight, she was there,

Was rippling down white ways of glamour

Quietly laid on wave and air.

And stood; and you heard the wind-swept sedge

And the rippling Froom; till she cried: