Flow on, sweet river! like his verse
Who lies beneath this sculptured hearse;
Nor wait beside the churchyard wall
For him who cannot hear thy call.
Thy playmate once; I see him now
A boy with sunshine on his brow,
And hear in Stratford's quiet street
The patter of his little feet.
I see him by thy shallow edge
Wading knee-deep amid the sedge;
And lost in thought, as if thy stream
Were the swift river of a dream.
He wonders whitherward it flows;
And fain would follow where it goes,
To the wide world, that shall erelong
Be filled with his melodious song.
Flow on, fair stream! That dream is o'er;
He stands upon another shore;
A vaster river near him flows,
And still he follows where it goes.
In the Harbor 1882
- Becalmed
- The Poet's Calendar
- Autumn Within
- The Four Lakes of Madison
- Victor and Vanquished
- Moonlight
- The Children's Crusade - A fragment
- Sundown
- Chimes
- Four by the Clock
- Auf Wiedersehen
- Elegiac Verse
- The City and the Sea
- Memories
- Hermes Trismegistus
- To the Avon
- President Garfield
- My Books
- Mad River
- Possibilities
- Decoration Day
- A Fragment
- Loss and Gain
- Inscription on the Shanklin Fountain
- The Bells of San Blas
- Fragments