The Streamlet That Flow?d, &c.

The streamlet that flow?d round my cot,
All the charms of my Emily knew,
How oft has its course been forgot,
Whilst it paus?d her dear image to view.

Believe me the fond silver tide,
Knew from whence it deriv?d their fair prize,
For silently swelling with pride,
It reflected her back to the skies.