The Green River

Alfred Douglas

1870 to 1945

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     And, like a running river, winds along
To some sweet singer lost, or unrevealed.
Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face,
     Or love that swoons on sleep, or else delight
     An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song,
I know a green grass path that leaves the field
         To find some voice of music manifold.
          That is as wide-eyed as a marigold.
So is my soul become a silent place....
     Into a leafy wood, where is no throng
     Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night
Of birds at noon-day; and no soft throats yield
     And all the unravished silences belong
Their music to the moon. The place is sealed,