OH! A WONDERFUL STREAM is the river of Time, As it runs through the realm of tears, With a faultless rhythm and a musical rhyme, And a broader sweep and a surge sublime, And blends with the ocean of years! How the winters are drifting like flakes of snow, And the summers like buds between, And the ears in the sheaf -- so they come and they go, On the river's breast, with its ebb and flow, As it glides in the shadow and sheen! There's a magical Isle in the river of Time, Where the softest of airs are playing; There's a cloudless sky and tropical clime, And a song as sweet as a vesper chime, And the Junes with the roses are staying. And the name of this Isle is Long Ago, And we bury our treasures there; There are brows of beauty, and bosoms of snow, There are heaps of dust -- but we loved them so! There are trinkets and tresses of hair. There are fragments of song that nobody sings, And a part of an infant's prayer; There's a lute unswept, and a harp without strings, There are broken vows and pieces of rings, And the garments she used to wear. There are hands that are waved when the fairy shore By the mirage is lifted in air; And we sometimes hear through the turbulent roar, Sweet voices heard in the days gone before, When the wind down the river is fair. Oh! remembered for aye be that blessed Isle, All the day of life till night; When the evening comes with its beautiful smile, And our eyes are closing to slumber awhile, May that greenwood of soul be in sight! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON THE SKELETON OF THE FUTURE; AT LENIN'S TOMB by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER by WALLACE RICE THE GODODDIN: THE DEATH OF HOEL by ANEIRIN SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE IN THE COACH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |