WINTER STREAMS - by Bliss Carman

WINTER  STREAMS by  Bliss Carman Now the little rivers go Muffled safely under snow, And the winding meadow streams Murmur in their wintry dreams, While a tinkling music wells Faintly from their icy bells, Telling how their hearts are bold Though the very sun be cold. Ah, but wait until the rain Comes a-sighing once again, Sweeping softly from the Sound Over ridge and meadow ground! Then the little streams will hear April calling far and near,- Slip their snowy bands and run Sparkling in the welcome sun.