Old mill bridge in Jähdyspohja (Finland)

Here from the brow of the hill I look, Through a lattice of boughs and leaves,
On the old gray mill with its gambrel roof,
And the moss on its rotting eaves.
I hear the clatter that jars its walls,
And the rushing water’s sound,
And I see the black floats rise and fall
As the wheel goes slowly round.

Beginning of The Old Mill

poem by Thomas Dunn English