Ella Wheeler Wilcox River Poems

Toward even when the day leans down,
To kiss the upturned face of night,
Out just beyond the loud-voiced town
I know a spot of calm delight.
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Under the light of the silver moon
We two sat, when our hearts were young;
The night was warm with the breath of June,
And loud from the meadow the cricket sung,
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In Nature's bright blossoms not always reposes
That strange subtle essence more rare than their bloom,
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I am a river flowing from God’s sea
Through devious ways. He mapped my course for me;
I cannot change it; mine alone the toil
To keep the waters free from grime and soil
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There are curious isles in the River of Sleep,
Curious isles without number.
We'll visit them all as we leisurely creep
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