O CAMBRIAN river! with slow music gliding By pastoral hills, old woods, and ruined towers; Now 'midst thy reeds and golden willows hiding, Now gleaming forth by some rich bank of flowers; Long flowed the current of my life's clear hours Onward with thine, whose voice yet haunts my dream, Tho' time and change, and other mightier powers, Far from thy side have borne me. Thou, smooth stream! Art winding still thy sunny meads along, Murmuring to cottage and gray hall thy song, Low, sweet, unchanged. @3My@1 being's tide hath passed Through rocks and storms; yet will I not complain, If, thus wrought free and pure from earthly stain, Brightly its waves may reach their parentdeep at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD SEXTON by PARK BENJAMIN A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER AT THE TAVERN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN by HENRY VAN DYKE |