THE Severn flow is soft and fair, as slowly The light grows dim; The sunset glow is soft and full, and holy As evening hymn. We float along beneath the forest darkling, Blending with song the silence of the hour: We swiftly glide where rapids bright and sparkling Bear us beside the ruddy rock and tower. O softly, softly row in measured time, While nearer, nearer swells the curfew chime. Now, now again adown the current shooting, New joy we hail; While through the forest thrills the fairy fluting Of nightingale. O sweet and sweeter that hidden lay, That in the twilight dies away. Then merrily onward! O merrily row! And smoothly swift, O Severn, flow! The Severn flow is swift and strong, as neareth The home we love; The sunset glow has paled and passed, and cleareth The heaven above. The children's eyes will soon be gently closing, Calm stars arise and shine on earth instead; And through the night, all peacefully reposing, Angels of light shall guard each tiny bed. O swiftly, swiftly row o'er darkening stream, While nearer, nearer shines the home lamp's gleam. Now, now awake the song of purest thrilling, Of home and love; And call the echoes forth, with music filling The rocks above. Our song is sweetest as falls the day, For we are on our homeward way: Then merrily onward! O merrily row! And smoothly swift, O Severn, flow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR INSTANS TYRANNUS by ROBERT BROWNING WHAT TOMAS AN BUILE SAID IN A PUB by JAMES STEPHENS DAWN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 42. AL-JAMIL by EDWIN ARNOLD THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE DEATH OF KING HACON by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |