STILL glides the gentle streamlet on, With shifting current new and strange; The water, that was here, is gone, But those green shadows never change. Serene or ruffled by the storm, On present waves, as on the past, The mirror'd grove retains its form, The self-same trees their semblance cast. The hue each fleeting globule wears, That drop bequeaths it to the next; One picture still the surface bears, To illustrate the murmur'd text. So, love, however time may flow, Fresh hours pursuing those that flee, One constant image still shall show My tide of life is true to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATURE (2) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ASPATIA'S SONG, FR. THE MAID'S TRAEGDY by JOHN FLETCHER MY BIRD by EMILY CHUBBUCK JUDSON REMEMBER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PRAYER AFTER YOUTH by MAXWELL ANDERSON MICHAELMASSE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |