The Alhambra and Other Poems By F. B. Money-Coutts [i.e. F. B. T. Coutts-Nevill] |
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The Rother
O river, flowing by the house
Where dwells my patient mother,
I bend to thee, I whisper close,—
Oh hear me, whispering Rother!
Where dwells my patient mother,
I bend to thee, I whisper close,—
Oh hear me, whispering Rother!
Faster than thou the time has slid
Since first I strolled beside thee,
But thou hast journeyed as God bid
And therefore joys betide thee!
Since first I strolled beside thee,
But thou hast journeyed as God bid
And therefore joys betide thee!
While I have run a wayward course;
My moods have kept no season;
Breaking the channel of my source
To follow Rhyme and Reason!
My moods have kept no season;
Breaking the channel of my source
To follow Rhyme and Reason!
But thou, where cattle love to browse
And doves call one another,
Flow on, dear river, by the house
Where dwells my patient mother!
And doves call one another,
Flow on, dear river, by the house
Where dwells my patient mother!
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