By the Stream

Paul Laurence Dunbar, 1872 – 1906

By the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass,
How the clouds like crowds of snowy-hued and white-robed
maidens pass,
And the water into ripples breaks and sparkles as it spreads,
Like a host of armored knights with silver helmets on their heads.
And I deem the stream an emblem fit of human life may go,
For I find a mind may sparkle much and yet but shallows show,
And a soul may glow with myriad lights and wondrous mysteries,
When it only lies a dormant thing and mirrors what it sees.

Paul Dunbar was one of the first African-American poets to gain widespread recognition. Which, unfortunately, didn’t mean he was included in my schooling. (Of course as a young scientist I didn’t have time for reading poetry, other than the poetry of differential equations, calculus and physical chemistry.) It’s been a real pleasure to discover his poetry. This poem and more can be found

Author: rharrisonauthor

International man of mystery. Well not really, although I can mangle several languages and even read the occasional hieroglyphic. A computer scientist, an author and one of the very few people who has both an NIH grant and had a book contract. An ex- booktrope author and a photographer.

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