THE willow and the river Ripple with silver speech, And one refrain forever They murmur each to each: "Brook with the silver gravel, Would that your lot were mine; To wander free, to travel Where greener valleys shine— Strange ventures, fresh revealings, And, at the end—the sea! Brook, with your turns and wheelings, How rich your life must be." "Tree with the golden rustling, Would that I were so blessed, To cease this stumbling, jostling, This feverish unrest. I join the ocean's riot; You stand song-filled—and free! Tree, with your peace and quiet, How rich your life must be." @3The willow and the river Ripple with silver speech, And one refrain forever They murmur each to each.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN AGAIN by KAREN SWENSON ON ANOTHER'S SORROW, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE GARDEN YEAR by SARA COLERIDGE ARNOLD [VON] WINKELRIED by JAMES MONTGOMERY NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES THE THRACIAN by VINCENT BOURNE VERSES ON THE DESTRUCTION OF DRUMLANRIG WOODS by ROBERT BURNS |