FLOW on, thou shining river; But ere thou reach the sea, Seek Ella's bower, and give her The wreaths I fling o'er thee. And tell her thus, if she'll be mine, The current of our lives shall be, With joys along their course to shine, Like those sweet flowers on thee. But if, in wandering thither, Thou find'st she mocks my prayer, Then leave those wreaths to wither Upon the cold bank there. And tell her thus, when youth is o'er, Her lone and loveless charms shall be Thrown by, upon life's weedy shore, Like those sweet flowers on thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON THE YOUNG GLASS-STAINER by THOMAS HARDY TO HELEN (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE AT PORT ROYAL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE BARD'S EXCUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT |