Thy summer voice, Musketaquit,
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 goesThrough flood and sea and firmament;Through light, through life, it forward flows.I see the inundation sweet,I hear the spending of the steamThrough 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.–Ralph Waldo Emerson