The Brook By Ruth Lawrence

What does the brook say to you,
At dawn when it flushes,
And kisses the rushes.
With murmurs and blushes?
As it sings,
Does it tell you of wonderful things,
Till you think every wish must come true?

For I do —
What does the brook say to you?

What does the brook say to you.
When the sun hangs its head.
When the west is all red,
And the day is near sped?
As it flows ;
Does it promise surcease of all woes,
Till you thrill with a hope that is new?

For I do –
What does the brook say to you?

What does the brook say to you,
When the moonlight in streams,
Like a shower of dreams.
On its dark surface gleams?
As it sighs
Does it bring faltering tears to your eyes.
Till you long for forgiveness to sue?

For I do –
What does the brook say to you?

Love, does the brook say to you.
In the dark, in the light.
In the day, in the night,
In despair, in delight.
As it rolls,
That one are our hearts and our souls,
For life, and eternity too?

For I do.
What does the brook say to you?