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Just as though it loved to linger Round the rushes' feet. As they stooped to meet
Purple Willow-herb bent over
To her shadow fair; Meadow-sweet, in feathery clusters,
Perfumed all the air;
Silver-weed was there,
Tangled weeds, below the waters,
Yet the current, floating onward,
With a flickering light and shade,
Through the screen the Alders made.
Broader grew the flowing River;
Slowly, in the slanting sun-rays,
Cattle trooped to drink:
The blue sky, I think,
Quicker, deeper then it hurried,
Rushing fierce and free; But I said, "It should grow calmer
Ere it meets the Sea,
The wide purple Sea,
But it rushed still quicker, fiercer,
In its rocky bed,
To my tired tread;
"I despair," I said,
So I turned aside, and wandered
Far away, among the daisies,
Far away, for fear
Lest I still should hear The loud murmur of its song, As the River flowed along.
Now I hear it not:—I loiter
Gaily as before; Yet I sometimes think,—and thinking
Makes my heart so sore,—
Just a few steps more, And there might have shone for me, Blue and infinite, the Sea.
IF THOU COULDST KNOW.
THINK if thou couldst know, Oh soul that will complain, What lies concealed below Our burden and our pain; How just our anguish brings Nearer those longed-for things We seek for now in vain,— I think thou wouldst rejoice, and not complain.
I think if thou couldst see,
With thy dim mortal sight, How meanings, dark to thee, Are shadows hiding light; Truth's efforts crossed and vexed, Life's purpose all perplexed,— If thou couldst see them right, I think that they would seem all clear, and wise, and bright.