The River - Caroline Ann Bowles

 River, river, little rivert

Bright you sparkle on your way

Or the yellow petitles dancing.

Through the flowers and follage glancing,

Like a child at play.

River, riverl Swelling rivert

On you rush through rough and smooth Louder, faster brawling, leaping. Over rocks, by rose-banks, sweeping Like impetuous youth

River, river! Brimming river!

Broad and deep, and still as time Seeming still, yet still in motion, Tonding onward to the ocean,

Just like mortal prime

River, vert Headlong river

Down you dash into the sa, Sea that line hath never sounded Ses that sell hath never rounded,

Like eternity.