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Rh Always hurried

To be buried

In the bitter, moon-mad sea.

In thy crystal deeps inverted

Swings a picture of the sky.

Like those wavering hopes of Aidenn,

Dimly in our dreams that lie;

Clouded often, drowned in turmoil,

Faint and lovely, far away

Wreathing sunshine on the morrow,

Breathing fragrance round to-day.

Love would wander

Here and ponder,

Hither poetry would dream;

Life's old questions,

Sad suggestions,

"Whence and whither?" throng thy streams.

On the roaring waste of ocean

Soon thy scattered waves shall toss,

'Mid the surges' rhythmic thunder

Shall thy silver tongues; be lost.

Oh! thy glimmering rush of gladness

Mocks this turbid life of mine,

Racing to the wild Forever

Down the sloping paths of Time.

Onward ever,

Lovely river,

Softly calling to the sea;