Lines written near Richmond, upon the Thames, at Evening
William Wordsworth
1770 to 1850
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Such views the youthful bard allure;
As thy deep waters now are flowing.
Thy quiet soul on all bestowing,
And what if he must die in sorrow!
How calm! how still! the only sound,
And pray that never child of Song
May know his freezing sorrows more.
Till all our minds for ever flow
How rich the wave, in front, imprest
The evening darkness gathers round
Remembrance! as we glide along,
How bright, how solemn, how serene!
That in thy waters may be seen
Some other loiterer beguiling.
As lovely visions by thy side
He deems their colours shall endure
And still perhaps, with faithless gleam,
The image of a poet's heart,
Till peace go with him to the tomb.
A little moment past so smiling!
The boat her silent path pursues!
Who would not cherish dreams so sweet,
O glide, fair stream! for ever so,
While, facing thus the crimson west,
Vain thought! Yet be as now thou art,
--And let him nurse his fond deceit,
But heedless of the following gloom,
Could find no refuge from distress
Though grief and pain may come to-morrow?
With evening-twilight's summer hues,
Glide gently, thus for ever glide,
By virtue's holiest powers attended.
O Thames! that other bards may see,
Save in the milder grief of pity.
And see how dark the backward stream,
As now, fair river! come to me.
For him suspend the dashing oar,
Who, pouring here a later ditty,
Such heart did once the poet bless,
The dripping of the oar suspended!