This River
AND as the angle of the river laughs
So do I laugh at laughter of its angle—
The ripples making liquid autographs
For the bright sun to glory in and spangle.
So do I laugh at laughter of its angle—
The ripples making liquid autographs
For the bright sun to glory in and spangle.
And as the straightway of the river slides
Smooth to a mirror and becomes the sky,
And photographs the white cloud as it glides,
So to the same tranquillity turn I.
Smooth to a mirror and becomes the sky,
And photographs the white cloud as it glides,
So to the same tranquillity turn I.
And as it herringbones and starts to dance,
Making the craft I ride in play cockhorse,
I were not human in the circumstance
Not to adopt the exuberance of its course.
Making the craft I ride in play cockhorse,
I were not human in the circumstance
Not to adopt the exuberance of its course.
There’s something so disarming in a river
It conquers without giving a command —
This river where the diamonds shake and shiver,
This river playing paradise through the land.
It conquers without giving a command —
This river where the diamonds shake and shiver,
This river playing paradise through the land.