Going for Water

    And so we went with pail and can

    Across the fields behind the house

    To seek the brook if still it ran;

    Not loth to have excuse to go,

    Because the autumn eve was fair

    (Though chill), because the fields were ours,

    And by the brook our woods were there.

    We ran as if to meet the moon

    That slowly dawned behind the trees,

    The barren boughs without the leaves,

    Without the birds, without the breeze.

    But once within the wood, we paused

    Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,

    Ready to run to hiding new

    With laughter when she found us soon.

    Each laid on other a staying hand

    To listen ere we dared to look,

    And in the hush we joined to make

    We heard, we knew we heard the brook.

    A note as from a single place,

    A slender tinkling fall that made

    Now drops that floated on the pool

    Like pearls, and now a silver blade.