Although it breathes like air to common eyes It flows in secrets as though in doubt That fills the fish with suspicion and lies The human wonders what its all about.
Feigned to keep its force till end Trees that lived died well before The clock struck twelve a new day was born Its thirst for life was all the more.
Then in sudden haste a voice sings To rush nature to infernal swing What should be the fury of the wild The human hand with worship brings.
And all the words cannot bring back The lost river for once reserved In sight of some love lost eyes Its beauty in thought may be preserved.