Augusta Webster - XXII. "The brook leaps riotous with its life just found" lyrics

The brook leaps riotous with its life just found, That freshets from the mountain rains have fed, Beats at the boulders in its hindered bed, And fills the valley with its triumphing sound. The strong unthirsty tarn sunk in deep ground Has never a sigh wherewith its wealth is said, Has no more ripples than the May-flies tread: Silence of waters is where they abound. And love, whatever love, sure, makes small boast: 'Tis the new lovers tell, in wonder yet. Oh happy need! Enriched stream's jubilant gush! But who being spouses well have learned love's most, Being child and mother learned not nor forget, These in their joyfulness feel the tarn's strong hush.