LINES WRITTEN NEAR RICHMOND, UPON THE THAMES, AT EVENING.
As thy deep waters now are ?owing.
As lovely visions by thy side
While, facing thus the crimson west,
--The evening darkness gathers round
Though九-九-藏-书-网 grief and pain may come to-morrow?
And what if he must die in sorrow!
For him suspend the dashing oar,
A little moment past, so smiling!
--And let him nurse his fond deceit,
Oh glide, fair stream! for ever so;
That in thy waters may be seen
Who would not cherish dreams 藏书网so sweet,
Till peace go with him to the tomb.
Glide gently, thus for ever glide,
Such heart did once the poet bless,
Vain thought! yet be as now thou art,
As now, fair river! come to me.
The image of a poets heart,
And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,
O Thames! that other b99lib.netards may see,
With evening-twilights summer hues,
The boat her silent path pursues!
How calm! how still! the only sound,
Thy quiet soul on all bestowing,
But, heedless of the following gloom,
Such views the youthful bard allure,
[3] Collinss Ode on the death of Thomson, the last wr九_九_藏_书_网itten, Ibelieve, of the poems which were published during hislife-time. This Ode is also alluded to in the next stanza.
