Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating -- Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CORNELIAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BOHEMIAN HYMN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE: L'ENVOI by IDA COLE BARTLATT PSALM 116 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |