I. Who, maiden, makes this river flow? The Spirit -- he makes its ripples glow -- But I have a charm that can make thee, dear, Steal o'er the wave to thy lover here. II. Who, maiden, makes this river flow? The Spirit -- he makes its ripples glow -- Yet every blush that my love would hide, Is mirror'd for me in the tell-tale tide. III. And though thou shouldst sleep on the farthest isle, Round which these dimpling waters smile -- Yet I have a charm that can make thee, dear, Steal over the wave to thy lover here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOPHISTICATION by CONRAD AIKEN VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER |