BY the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass, br How the clouds like crowds of snowy-hued and white-robed maidens pass, br And the water into ripples breaks and sparkles as it spreads, br Like a host of armored knights with silver helmets on their heads. br And I deem the stream an emblem fit of human life may go, br For I find a mind may sparkle much and yet but shallows show, br And a soul may glow with myriad lights and wondrous mysteries, br When it only lies a dormant thing and mirrors what it sees.