The River

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Title:     The River
Author: William Watson [More Titles by Watson]

I

As drones a bee with sultry hum
When all the world with heat lies dumb,
Thou dronest through the drowsed lea,
To lose thyself and find the sea.

As fares the soul that threads the gloom
Toward an unseen goal of doom,
Thou farest forth all witlessly,
To lose thyself and find the sea.

II

My soul is such a stream as thou,
Lapsing along it heeds not how;
In one thing only unlike thee,--
Losing itself, it finds no sea.

Albeit I know a day shall come
When its dull waters will be dumb;
And then this river-soul of Me,
Losing itself, shall find the sea.

[The end]
William Watson's poem: River

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