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The Brook. 137
part of a looking-glass, and the maiden accepted
the offer, and viewed her beautiful face reflected
there. “I will keep your image for ever!” thought
the brook, and when the maiden leant down and
took its clear water in her hands and brought it
to her lips, the brook yearned, “Oh, I will stay
here by your side for ever!” But then the irre-
sistible desire of roaming urged it onward, and the
garden and girl with the flaxen hair were left far
behind. Its onward course became more rough and
turbulent. Loud and clamorous it dashed madly
along, and grew more bold and impetuous every
moment. Raging and foaming it swept over its
banks, and whenever an obstacle dared to oppose
its course it leaped victoriously over it.
Then an earnest-looking man appeared on its
banks looking across the foaming water.
“All right, go ahead! I will make use of you.
It is not a bit too early for you to learn to work,”
said the earnest-looking man, and brought the brook
into the channel of a flour-mill, where it was made
to turn the big wheel. “Yes, you may groan; but
work you must,” said the miller, after which he
allowed the brook to pass on.
Many little brothers and sisters of the brook-family
it met on its way—young tributaries of the same
broad river into which they now all at last were
merged—moving majestically between the widening
banks. Vessels and boats were carried along—
“these are my thoughts that I will carry forth into
the world !”—and: the further it coursed, the larger
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