THE willow and the river Ripple with silver speech, And one refrain forever They murmur each to each: "Brook with the silver gravel, Would that your lot were mine; To wander free, to travel Where greener valleys shine— Strange ventures, fresh revealings, And, at the end—the sea! Brook, with your turns and wheelings, How rich your life must be." "Tree with the golden rustling, Would that I were so blessed, To cease this stumbling, jostling, This feverish unrest. I join the ocean's riot; You stand song-filled—and free! Tree, with your peace and quiet, How rich your life must be." @3The willow and the river Ripple with silver speech, And one refrain forever They murmur each to each.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIGHT [AND LOVE] by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 48 by OMAR KHAYYAM FRED ENGLEHARDT'S BABY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS MOON OF LOVELINESS by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II A FINE DAY ON LOUGH SWILLY by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1824-1911) THE AUTHOR'S LAST WORDS TO HIS STUDENTS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE TRYST by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND PROPOSING A CORRECTION IN PASSAGE FROM HORACE by JOHN BYROM |