Clear and Gentle Stream
Robert Bridges
1844 to 1930
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Out of stream and sun,
With my old lament
Silent now so long:
And my idle dream,
And the proud swans stray,
Clear and gentle stream!
Creeping up the glade,
Sailing one by one
In their chosen pool.
Of her brightening moon.
Here again I sit,
And my idle dream,
With her lengthening shade,
First the deep bell hums
Where the long boughs knit
Be as I content
Many an afternoon
While I once again
Of the summer day
And the fish lie cool
That hast heard the song,
Thee to hear again
From the minster tower,
With my old lament
Of my boyish day;
And the tardy boon,
Down thy margin stray,
Ere again I go
Clear and gentle stream!
And I know how soon,
Clear and gentle stream!
A translucent eaves:
Where my old seat was
Still my voice is spent,
Once my youthful song,
Where back eddies play
And then evening comes,
Idly at its hour,
Over stream and grass
Dreaming here I lay;
Shipwreck with the leaves,
Clear and gentle stream.
That familiar strain
In the selfsame strain
Well does it beseem
Where thou dost not flow,
And the idle dream
Known and loved so long