if there were water

If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

-- T.S. Eliot, in "What the Thunder Said" (from The Waste Land)

The Waste Land

T.S. Eliot reading The Waste Land (audio)

Hermit thrush (including audio file of its song and call)