CLOSE beside the meeting waters, Long I stood as in a dream, Watching how the little river Fell into the broader stream. Calm and still the mingled current Glided to the waiting sea; On its breast serenely pictured Floating cloud and skirting tree. And I thought, "O human spirit! Strong and deep and pure and blest, Let the stream of my existence Blend with thine, and find its rest!" I could die as dies the river, In that current deep and wide; I would live as live its waters, Flashing from a stronger tide! |