Earth's Voices Transcripts from Nature, Sospitra, and Other Poems. By William Sharp |
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III. THE SONG OF STREAMS.
With ceaseless murmur of song
We slip through meadow and wood,
And we love to linger long
Where old dead cities brood
With stealthy sweep or with swirl
Thro' highland and lowland we flow;
In flood-time our waters we hurl,
In drought we move shrunken and slow.
We slip through meadow and wood,
And we love to linger long
Where old dead cities brood
With stealthy sweep or with swirl
Thro' highland and lowland we flow;
In flood-time our waters we hurl,
In drought we move shrunken and slow.
We sing, like the birds who beside us
Are fill'd with the joy of their days,
And we follow the course that doth guide us
Throughout the long length of our ways—
And when in some mightier river
Or depths of the sea we are tost,
There also we live on forever,
For nought that hath lived can be lost.
Are fill'd with the joy of their days,
And we follow the course that doth guide us
Throughout the long length of our ways—
And when in some mightier river
Or depths of the sea we are tost,
There also we live on forever,
For nought that hath lived can be lost.
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