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On the River

water meeting made A tremor in the hues that fade Between the Sundown and night's shade We floated on adown the river- Not Dealh himself our souls might sever, We felt we should so float for ever.

And passion slept, secure from waking; Our heart's forgot their ancient aching; Our spirits so the past forsaking, We knew that delicate hour & golden, Delight was ours, and memory olden In poppy-sleep was fast enfolden. "The lapping Wave, no boisterous billow, Behind us swept past reed and willow.

Love for our guide, and peace our pillow, What joy to see the cor moon peeping O'er dreaming hills & woodlands sleeping, Ever her faithful vigil keeping - O then for us no phantom morrow, Full-fraught with old prophetie sorrow, Might tease our souls to vainly borrow The future's largess in that hour, Whose wealth of unimagined dower Suffleed for life, come sun, come shower.