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Time may have somewhat tamed them,—not for ever;

Thou overflow'st thy banks, and not for aye

Thy bosom overboils, congenial river!

Thy floods subside, and mine have sunk away:

5.

But left long wrecks behind, and now again,

Borne in our old unchanged career, we move:

Thou tendest wildly onwards to the main,

And I—to loving one I should not love.

6.

The current I behold will sweep beneath

Her native walls, and murmur at her feet;

Her eyes will look on thee, when she shall breathe

The twilight air, unharmed by summer's heat.

7.

She will look on thee,—I have looked on thee,

Full of that thought: and, from that moment, ne'er

Thy waters could I dream of, name, or see,

Without the inseparable sigh for her!

8.

Her bright eyes will be imaged in thy stream,—

Yes! they will meet the wave I gaze on now:

Mine cannot witness, even in a dream,

That happy wave repass me in its flow!

9.

The wave that bears my tears returns no more:

Will she return by whom that wave shall sweep?—

Both tread thy banks, both wander on thy shore,

I by thy source, she by the dark-blue deep.