"BROOK! WHOSE SOCIETY THE POET SEEKS"

          BROOK! whose society the Poet seeks,
          Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
          And whom the curious Painter doth pursue
          Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks,
          And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks;
          If wish were mine some type of thee to view,
          Thee, and not thee thyself, I would not do
          Like Grecian Artists, give thee human cheeks,
          Channels for tears; no Naiad should'st thou be,--
          Have neither limbs, feet, feathers, joints nor hairs:       10
          It seems the Eternal Soul is clothed in thee
          With purer robes than those of flesh and blood,
          And hath bestowed on thee a safer good;
          Unwearied joy, and life without its cares.