Thomas Lovell Beddoes - A Rivulet lyrics

It is a lovely stream; its wavelets purl As if they echoed to the fall and rise Of the capricious breeze; each upward curl That splashes pearl, mirrors the fairy eyes Of viewless pa**er, and the billows hurl Their sparkles on her lap, as over she flies. And see, where onward whirls, within a ring Of smoothest dimples, a dark foxglove bell Half stifled by the gush encircling; Perchance some tiny sprite crawled to that shell To sleep away the noon, and winds did swing Him into rest; for the warm sun was well Shaded off by the long and silky down; So I will save it, lest the elf should drown.