Pebbles in the Stream

(Found here)

Here on this little bridge in this warm day

We rest us from our idle sauntering walk.
  Over our shadows its continuous talk
The stream maintains, while now and then a stray
Dry leaf may fall where the still waters play
  In endless eddies, through whose clear brown deep
  The gorgeous pebbles quiver in their sleep.
The stream still hastes but cannot pass away.

Could I but find the words that would reveal
  The unity in multiplicity,
And the profound strange harmony I feel
  With those dead things, God’s garments of to-day,
The listener’s soul with mine they would anneal,
  And make us one within eternity.

~William Bell Scott