Poems of Cheer/River and Sea

We stood by the river that swept In its glory and grandeur away; But never a pulse o' me leapt, And you wondered at me that day.

We stood by the lake as it lay With its dimpled face turned to the light; Was it strange I had nothing to say To so fair and enchanting a sight?

I look on your tresses of gold - You are fair and a thing to be loved - Do you think I am heartless and cold That I look and am wholly unmoved?

One answer, dear friend, I will make To the questions your eyes ask of me: "Talk not of the river or lake  To those who have looked on the sea"