in Thoreau’s Journal:

I think our overflowing river—far handsomer & more abounding in soft and beautiful contrasts—than a merely broad river would be- A succession of bays it is-a chain of lakes-an endlessly scalloped shore — — rounding wood & field-cultivated field & wood & pasture and house are brought into ever new & expected positions & relations to the water.

There is just stream enough for a flow of thought—that is all.