To A River In Which A Child Was Drowned

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Title:     To A River In Which A Child Was Drowned
Author: Charles Lamb [More Titles by Lamb]

(_Text of 1818_)

Smiling river, smiling river,
On thy bosom sun-beams play;
Though they're fleeting and retreating,
Thou hast more deceit than they.

In thy channel, in thy channel,
Choak'd with ooze and grav'lly stones,
Deep immersed and unhearsed,
Lies young Edward's corse: his bones

Ever whitening, ever whitening,
As thy waves against them dash;
What thy torrent, in the current,
Swallow'd, now it helps to wash.

As if senseless, as if senseless
Things had feeling in this case;
What so blindly, and unkindly,
It destroy'd, it now does grace.

[The end]
Charles Lamb's poem: To A River In Which A Child Was Drowned

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