THE EIVEE ., 



O ! the green pellucid river, 

 Where the sunbeams dance and quiver 

 Dance and quiver, fling and float, 

 Merrily to the blackbird's note ! 



O ! the green pellucid river, 

 Where the sunbeams shake and shiver 

 Shake and shiver, shrink and fly 

 From a thing that there doth lie 



From a thing that lieth there, 

 Pond-weed tangled in its hair ; 

 Helpless hands washed to and fro, 

 As the careless currents flow. 



From the fixed and stony eye 

 Duck and dipper frightened fly ; 

 Whilst the river as it flows 

 Hoarsely whispers what it knows 



What it knows and what doth keep 

 In its hollows dark and deep ; 

 Whilst, above, the sunbeams quiver 

 On the smoothly smiling river. 



