Page:Poems, Volume 1, Coates, 1916.djvu/58

36 Now by my banks are tender blossoms blowing:

In fragrant loveliness they smile on me,—

But I must hasten to the river, knowing

The river will lead onward to the sea.

High over me the budding branches quiver

With songs that swell in happy harmony;

But sweeter is the murmur of the river,—

The river that leads onward to the sea!