The Last Poems of Richard Watson Dixon ... Selected and Edited by Robert Bridges: With a Preface by M. E. Coleridge |
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LOW RIVER |
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LOW RIVER
So high the river wont to rise
When wintry rains his wells increase,
Now lowly in his channel lies
That summer bids his torrent cease.
When wintry rains his wells increase,
Now lowly in his channel lies
That summer bids his torrent cease.
And now all day his stony bed
Glares to the sun in ruin wide:
There pebble-heaps and wastes are spread,
Which once were shallows in the tide.
Glares to the sun in ruin wide:
There pebble-heaps and wastes are spread,
Which once were shallows in the tide.
Great boulders standing gaunt and bare
Seem to expect their watery screen,
And cast their strong sharp shadows where
Their dancing image late was seen.
Seem to expect their watery screen,
And cast their strong sharp shadows where
Their dancing image late was seen.
But thread-like still comes on, glints low,
And breaks not continuity,
The thin, persistent, glistening flow
That makes the river river be;
And breaks not continuity,
The thin, persistent, glistening flow
That makes the river river be;
And to the strewage says, ‘Not long
Shall wait my organ of fine tones,
Ere I return in volume strong
To wake your music, wistful stones.
Shall wait my organ of fine tones,
Ere I return in volume strong
To wake your music, wistful stones.
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