 | The collected poems of William Ellery Channing the younger, 1817-1901 |  |
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Onward we float along the way
Like straws upon a rapid river.
Changeth the weather every day;
So change our human feelings ever—
Yes, most of them thus change,
And have a wider range,
But there are those no time can sever.
Like straws upon a rapid river.
Changeth the weather every day;
So change our human feelings ever—
Yes, most of them thus change,
And have a wider range,
But there are those no time can sever.
Withers not the sun, my love!
What of thee is mortal now
That was framed in worlds above;
Thy full-thoughted archèd brow,
And the light of those clear eyes,
Death and change and Time defies.
What of thee is mortal now
That was framed in worlds above;
Thy full-thoughted archèd brow,
And the light of those clear eyes,
Death and change and Time defies.
The immortal there hath place,
Gladly sits upon thy frame,
Lurketh in thy sunny face,
In a wildness none can tame.
Gladly sits upon thy frame,
Lurketh in thy sunny face,
In a wildness none can tame.
| The collected poems of William Ellery Channing the younger, 1817-1901 | |