This water’s cool and it runs easy.
Down falls it sheer and up it fills
first a battered saucepan then a dusty water-bottle;
cascade-weight is on my back and welcome there.
You will come with me I see and we’ll always wander
till that tanned hour when stars tumble down.
And though our tent is sweltering yet still that sun keeps turning:
so many glad waterfalls I’ll grateful share with thee.