Stop, stop pretty water!Said Mary one dayTo a frolicsome brookThat was running away.You run on so fast!I wish you would stay;My boat and my flowersYou will carry away.But I will run after:Mother says that I may;For I would know whereYou are running way.So Mary ran on;But I have heard say,That she never could findWhere the brook ran away.
~ Eliza Lee Follen
