THE UNREMITTING VOICE OF NIGHTLY STREAMS                                    By                          WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The unremitting voice of nightly streams. That wastes so oft, we think, its tuneful powers, If neither soothing to the worm that gleams, Through dewey grass, nor small birds hushed in bowers, Nor unto silent leaves and drowsey flowers, That voice of unpretending harmony (For who shall what is measure by what seems To be or not to be Or tax high heaven with pridgality?) Wants not a healing influence that can creep Into the human breast and mix with sleep To regulate the motion of our dreams for kindly issues as with every clime Was felt near murmuring brooks in earliest time As at this day, the rudest swains who dwell, Where torrents roar, or hear the tinkling knell, Of water-breaks, with grateful heart could tell. Click Here to return to Wordsworth Click Here to return to ATLinkswithPoetry