| Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917. |
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| 107. Pebbles in the Stream |
| By William Bell Scott (1812–1890) |
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| HERE on this little bridge in this warm day | |
| We rest us from our idle sauntering walk. | |
| Over our shadows its continuous talk | |
| The stream maintains, while now and then a stray | |
| Dry leaf may fall where the still waters play | 5 |
| In endless eddies, through whose clear brown deep | |
| The gorgeous pebbles quiver in their sleep. | |
| The stream still hastes but cannot pass away. | |
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| Could I but find the words that would reveal | |
| The unity in multiplicity, | 10 |
| And the profound strange harmony I feel | |
| With those dead things, God’s garments of to-day, | |
| The listener’s soul with mine they would anneal, | |
| And make us one within eternity. | |
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