Chapter 64
O River, sweet River, how placidly you wander! Yet bearing on your bosom so many lovers' vows, Cannot the throb of passion arouse one wave in answer, Or stir to sighing cadence your silent willow boughs? Though hearts may break in anguish, or burn with ecstasy,
Is there no secret message that may arouse your wonder At all this vast emotion that thrills eternity? Some day though, O River, you too shall feel the magic Of all your depths awakened, of every tide set free. Remember us in that time, we loving ones who sought you,
Remember us in that time, we loving ones who sought you, When you have left the meadows for the embracing sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
