O gay, oblivious River!
O sunset-kindled River!
Do you remember ever
The eyes and skies so blue
On a summer day that shone here,
When we were all alone here,
And the blue eyes were too wise
To speak the love they knew?
O stern, impassive River!
O still, unanswering River!
The shivering willows quiver
As the night-winds moan and rave.
From the past a voice is calling,
From heaven a star is falling,
And dew swells in the bluebells
Above her hillside grave.
UNA.
In the whole wide world there was but one;
Others for others, but she was mine,
The one fair woman beneath the sun.
From her gold-flax curls' most marvellous shine
Down to the lithe and delicate feet
There was not a curve nor a waving line
But moved in a harmony firm and sweet
With all of passion my life could know.
By knowledge perfect and faith complete
I was bound to her,--as the planets go
Adoring around their central star,
Free, but united for weal or woe.
She was so near and Heaven so far -
She grew my heaven and law and fate,
Rounding my life with a mystic bar
No thought beyond could violate.
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