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.
I am busy working to bring Charles Lamb's "To a River in which a Child was Drowned" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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