O STREAM descending to the sea, Thy mossy banks between, The flow'rets blow, the grasses grow, The leafy trees are green. In garden plots the children play, The fields the labourers till, And houses stand on either hand, And thou descendest still. O life descending into death, Our waking eyes behold, Parent and friend thy lapse attend, Companions young and old. Strong purposes our mind possess, Our hearts affections fill, We toil and earn, we seek and learn, And thou descendest still. O end to which our currents tend, Inevitable sea, To which we flow, what do we know, What shall we guess of thee? A roar we hear upon thy shore, As we our course fulfil; Scarce we divine a sun will shine And be above us still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POLLY by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS AMONG THE REDWOODS by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE NEW YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON THANKSGIVING - 1937 by JOSIE CRAIG BERRY SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 4. THE FOUNTAIN OF LIFE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |