Youth

Say, sparkling streamlet, whither thou

Art going!
With joyous mien thy waters now

Are flowing.
Why seek the vale so hastily?
Attend for once, and answer me!

Millstream

Oh youth, I was a brook indeed;

But lately
My bed they’ve deepen’d, and my speed

Swell’d greatly,
That I may haste to yonder mill.
And so I’m full and never still.