A SONG OF THE RIVER 



I sing of a river, the sinuous stream 



Whose music and beauty drift into my dream, 



Whose slow-moving current at low-water tide 



Slips soft through the shadows where cool fishes glide. 



Glad river, I sing of thy wimpling waves, 

 Of the trees whose feet thy slow water laves, 

 Of twittering birds in the boughs overhead 

 That sing till the leaves of the summer are fled. 



From the season of bloom till the falling of snow 

 We mingle our mirth with thy laugh terous flow; 

 Like leaves on thy bosom the lover-boats lie 

 When "The man in the moon " looks down from the sky. 



river of light, of darkness and dream, 

 A symbol of life to my vision you seem; 

 With your dimples and wimples, your passion and 



peace 

 And you will sing on when my music shall cease. 



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