To a River in which a Child was Drowned

Charles Lamb

1775 to 1834

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Smiling river, smiling river,
On thy bosom sunbeams play;
Though they’re fleeting and retreating,
Thou hast more deceit than they.

In thy channel, in thy channel,
Choked with ooze and gravelly stones,
Deep immersed, and unhearséd,
Lies young Edward’s corse: his bones

Ever whitening, ever whitening,
As thy waves against them dash:
What thy torrent, in the current,
Swallowed, now it helps to wash.

As if senseless, as if senseless
Things had feeling in this case;
What so blindly and unkindly
It destroyed, it now does grace.