Streams

I so love water-laughter, Its bubbling flecks and gleams, I pray in the hereafter There somewhere may be streams. I’d have for my companion In some celestial nook, Beneath a spreading banyan, The music of a brook. Its measures would entice me, Uncumbered by the clay, Its melody suffice me Till drooped the heavenly day. Then its all-liquid laughter Would murmur through my dreams; I pray in the hereafter There somewhere may be streams.