They hide in the brook when I seek to draw nearer,
  Laughing amain when I feign to depart;
Often I hear them, now faint and now clearer—
  Innocent bold or so sweetly discreet.
Are they Nymphs of the Stream at their playing
  Or but the brook I mistook for a voice?
Little care I; for, despite harsh Time’s flaying,
  Brook voice or Nymph voice still makes me rejoice.

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Poet: Ellis Parker Butler
Poem: The Water Nymphs
Volume: American Magazine
Year: Published/Written in 1905
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