Cadence

This water’s cool    and it runs easy.

Down falls it sheer    and up it fills

first a battered saucepan    then a dusty water-bottle;

cascade-weight is on my back    and welcome there.

You will come with me    I see    and we’ll always wander

till that tanned hour    when stars tumble down.

And though our tent is sweltering    yet still that sun keeps turning:

so many glad waterfalls    I’ll grateful share with thee.