When you sang with me that day in church, I seemed to hear it ripple in your voice.

It says to me more than the birds do, more than the rarest plants I find.

It seems to live with me and for me.

It is my earliest recollection; I know it will be my last, for I shall die in its embrace.

Do you think, Nellie," he continued, stopping short and gazing earnestly in her face--"do you think that the chiefs knew this when they called me 'Sleeping Water' ?" To Miss Nellie's several gifts I fear the gods had not added poetry.