Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 84 4 Moderate 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 unhearsed, Lies young Edward's corse; his bones Ever whitening, ever whitening, As thy waves against them dash; What thy torrent, in the current, Swallow'd, now it helps to wash. As if senseless, as if senseless Things had feeling in this case; What so blindly and unkindly It destroy'd, it now does grace. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
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 unhearsed, Lies young Edward's corse; his bones
Ever whitening, ever whitening, As thy waves against them dash; What thy torrent, in the current, Swallow'd, now it helps to wash.
As if senseless, as if senseless Things had feeling in this case; What so blindly and unkindly It destroy'd, it now does grace.
