Henry Kendall

,It passed like the breath of the night-wind away  ;It fled like a mist at the dawn of the day  ,It lasted its moment, then backward was hurled .Another increase to the age of the world 

,By channels of coolness the echoes are calling ;And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling It lives in the mountain, where moss and the sedges ;Touch with their beauty the banks and the ledges