O Avon, swell meandering home You caress my feet with silken kisses Round your banks I wistful roam Enamoured of thy babbling blisses Awed by beauty of the gloam It envelops me in tender thrills Inspired to transcribe it in to tome In words suffice to inspire chills Sweetest treasures consist in stream O loot of the aquatic That floats like dream upon a beam The river an element of nature's batik Imbued with blisses deep, supreme I wade akimbo to the flow The awe of Earth from you I glean You have me rapt in throe You are the path my heart pursues It's righteous, truest course Quelling fear and pain and blues From thy splendid source Whenever my sullied spirit rues My strategy is this I turn to you to soothe, amuse To get my fill of bliss Beyond horizon, thou spread to sea In unchartered motion A sea that sparkles iridescently In strange colours of the ocean I bask in your waters respendently Loving their commotion And honour them devotionally O Avon, you leave me insatiated.