I saw the civil sun drying earth's tears
Her tears of joy that only faster flowed
Fain would I stretch me by the highway side
To thaw and trickle with the melting snow
That mingled soul and body with the tide
I too may through the pores of nature flow
But I alas nor tinkle can nor fume
One jot to forward the great work of Time
'Tis mine to hearken while these ply the loom
So shall my silence with their music chime