Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. But here will sigh thine alder tree, And here thine aspen shiver; And here by thee will hum the bee, For ever and for ever. A thousand suns will stream on thee, A thousand moons will qiuver; But not by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. |