Word picture

Adown the valley dripped a stream, 
  White lilies dripped on either side;
Our hearts, in spite of us,  will dream
  In such a place at eventide.

Bright wavelets wove the scarf of blue
  That well became the valley fair,
And grassy fringe of greenest hue
  Hung round it's borders everywhere.

And where the stream,  in wayward whirls, 
  Went winding in and winding out,
Lay shells, that wore the look of pearls
  Without their pride, all strewn about.

A poem, in part by Father Ryan
Late 1800s