Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AT THE RIVER, by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER


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AT THE RIVER, by                    
First Line: And gaze I now upon the same slow stream?
Last Line: But he another bridgeless stream has crossed!


And gaze I now upon the same slow stream?
Yon bends are as they were, and that birch tree
Doth still lean o'er that pool; some parts must be
Much deeper worn, some shallower are; like cream
The froth upon the water now doth seem
In yonder cove; the paths, once trod by me,
To-day are all grass-grown; naught can I see,
Where stood the foot-worn bridge, save one rude beam!

Here, to each sight and sound, I soon am lost:
Days, dear and dead, that lie so far behind,
Dawn bright once more; again I seem to roam
These flats and banks with one both strong and kind,
Till all the fields are dark,—and then go home:—
But he another bridgeless stream has crossed!





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