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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SUNDAY UP THE RIVER: 12, by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) Poet's Biography
First Line: My love o'er the water bends dreaming
Last Line: Shines pure in pure depths of my soul.
Alternate Author Name(s): B. V.; Bysshe Vanolis
Variant Title(s): Sunday Up The River
Subject(s): Love; Rivers
First Line: My love o'er the water bends dreaming
Last Line: Shines pure in pure depths of my soul.
Alternate Author Name(s): B. V.; Bysshe Vanolis
Variant Title(s): Sunday Up The River
Subject(s): Love; Rivers
MY love o'er the water bends dreaming;
It glideth and glideth away:
She sees there her own beauty, gleaming
Through shadow and ripple and spray.
O tell her, thou murmuring river,
As past her your light wavelets roll,
How steadfast that image for ever
Shines pure in pure depths of my soul.
Other Poems of Interest...
RIVER REMEMBERED by JOHN HOLLANDER
RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL
TO A WOMAN GLANCING UP FROM THE RIVER by LARRY LEVIS
TWO-RIVER LEDGER by KHALED MATTAWA
HE FINDS THE MANSION by JAMES MCMICHAEL
THE RIVERS by CLARIBEL ALEGRIA
VERMILION FLYCATCHER, SAN PEDRO RIVER, ARIZONA by MARGARET ATWOOD
THE PORCH OVER THE RIVER by WENDELL BERRY