FLOW on, thou shining river; But ere thou reach the sea, Seek Ella's bower, and give her The wreaths I fling o'er thee. And tell her thus, if she'll be mine, The current of our lives shall be, With joys along their course to shine, Like those sweet flowers on thee. But if, in wandering thither, Thou find'st she mocks my prayer, Then leave those wreaths to wither Upon the cold bank there. And tell her thus, when youth is o'er, Her lone and loveless charms shall be Thrown by, upon life's weedy shore, Like those sweet flowers on thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOOKS AND EYES by KAREN SWENSON THE RUINED MAID by THOMAS HARDY ENGLAND'S DEAD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS INDIAN WOMAN'S DEATH-SONG by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS IN HOSPITAL: 21. ROMANCE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY |