Summer Streams

by Bliss Carman

All day long beneath the sun

Shining through the fields they run, 

Singing in a cadence known

To the seraphs round the throne.

And the traveller drawing near

Through the meadow, halts to hear

Anthems of a natural joy

No disaster can destroy.

All night long from set of sun 

Through the starry woods they run, 

Singing through the purple dark 

Songs to make a traveller hark.

All night long, when winds are low,

Underneath my window go

The immortal happy streams,

Making music through my dreams.