FROM thy far sources, 'mid mountains airily climbing, Pass to the rich lowland, thou busy sunny river; Murmuring once, dimpling, pellucid, limpid, abundant, Deepening now, widening, swelling, a lordly river. Through woodlands steering, with branches waving above thee, Through the meadows sinuous, wandering irriguous; Towns, hamlets leaving, towns by thee, bridges across thee, Pass to palace garden, pass to cities populous. Murmuring once, dimpling, 'mid woodlands wandering idly, Now with mighty vessels loaded, a mighty river. Pass to the great waters, though tides may seem to resist thee, Tides to resist seeming, quickly will lend thee passage, Pass to the dark waters that roaring wait to receive thee; Pass them thou wilt not, thou busy sunny river. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON A DYING LADY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LAST MAN by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS SONG by WALTHER VON DER VOGELWEIDE BLESS, DEAR SAVIOUR, THIS CHILD by THOMAS BECK THE WILD DOVES by GEORGES BOUTELLEAU ON HIS HEAD WERE MANY CROWNS by MATTHEW BRIDGES ON MR. CHURCHILL'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY (NOVEMBER 30, 1944) by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |