Pure element of waters ! wheresoe'er 



Thou dost forsake thy subterranean haunts, 



Green herbs, bright flowers, and berry-bearing plants, 



Rise into life, and in thy train appear ; 



And through the sunny portion of the year, 



Swift insects shine thy hovering pursuivants : 



But if thy bounty fail, the forest pants, 



And hart, and hind, and hunter with his spear, 



Languish and droop together. 



WORDSWORTH. 



