WE know not a voice of that River, If vocal or silent it be, Where for ever and ever and ever It flows to no sea. More deep than the seas is that River, More full than their manifold tides, Where for ever and ever and ever It flows and abides. Pure gold is the bed of that River (The gold of that land is the best), Where for ever and ever and ever It flows on at rest. Oh goodly the banks of that River, Oh goodly the fruits that they bear, Where for ever and ever and ever It flows and is fair. For lo on each bank of that River The Tree of Life life-giving grows, Where for ever and ever and ever The Pure River flows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THANATOPSIS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE BAT by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE SPIRES OF OXFORD by WINIFRED MARY LETTS ENGLAND AND AMERICA IN 1782 by ALFRED TENNYSON COMPOSED AT NEIDPATH CASTLE, 1803 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |