A day began in silent still
With dreaming of rushes and birdsong
It crept, and slept, and trickled below
Passing in shade, deep, slow..
Through a valley of whispers
And a murmuring brook
Into wide, open waters
Lapping and curling
And sinking beneath hand and foot
Where, floating, I brushed on the river stones
And felt my wet clothing, rippling and soft
Billow about my shoulders and waist
Gently, through currents and shallows
Now, stray sunlight warms my face
From beneath the bows and leaves
Hither I had come to sleeping, rest
Here, where waves had carried me away