ELEGY
Clearand gentle stream,Known and loved so long,That hast heard the songAnd the idle dreamOf my boyish day;While I once againDown thy margin stray,In the selfsame strainStill my voice is spent,With my old lament,And my idle dream,Clear and gentle stream!Where my old seat wasHere again I sit,Where the long boughs knitOver stream and graísThick translucent eaves:Where back eddies playShipwreck with the leaves,And the proud swans stray,Sailing one by oneOut of stream and sun,And the fish lie coolIn their chosen pool.Many an afternoonOf the summer dayDreaming here I lay;And I know how soonIdly at its hourFirst the deep bell humsFrom the minster tower,And then evening comes,Creeping up the glade,With her lengthening shade,And the tardy boonOf her brightening moon.Clear and gentle stream,Ere again I goWhere thou dost not flow,Well does it beseemThee to hear againOnce my youthful song,That familiar strainSilent now so long:Be as I contentWith my old lament,And my idle dream,Clear and gentle stream!
Clearand gentle stream,Known and loved so long,That hast heard the songAnd the idle dreamOf my boyish day;While I once againDown thy margin stray,In the selfsame strainStill my voice is spent,With my old lament,And my idle dream,Clear and gentle stream!Where my old seat wasHere again I sit,Where the long boughs knitOver stream and graísThick translucent eaves:Where back eddies playShipwreck with the leaves,And the proud swans stray,Sailing one by oneOut of stream and sun,And the fish lie coolIn their chosen pool.Many an afternoonOf the summer dayDreaming here I lay;And I know how soonIdly at its hourFirst the deep bell humsFrom the minster tower,And then evening comes,Creeping up the glade,With her lengthening shade,And the tardy boonOf her brightening moon.Clear and gentle stream,Ere again I goWhere thou dost not flow,Well does it beseemThee to hear againOnce my youthful song,That familiar strainSilent now so long:Be as I contentWith my old lament,And my idle dream,Clear and gentle stream!
Clearand gentle stream,Known and loved so long,That hast heard the songAnd the idle dreamOf my boyish day;While I once againDown thy margin stray,In the selfsame strainStill my voice is spent,With my old lament,And my idle dream,Clear and gentle stream!
Clearand gentle stream,
Known and loved so long,
That hast heard the song
And the idle dream
Of my boyish day;
While I once again
Down thy margin stray,
In the selfsame strain
Still my voice is spent,
With my old lament,
And my idle dream,
Clear and gentle stream!
Where my old seat wasHere again I sit,Where the long boughs knitOver stream and graísThick translucent eaves:Where back eddies playShipwreck with the leaves,And the proud swans stray,Sailing one by oneOut of stream and sun,And the fish lie coolIn their chosen pool.
Where my old seat was
Here again I sit,
Where the long boughs knit
Over stream and graís
Thick translucent eaves:
Where back eddies play
Shipwreck with the leaves,
And the proud swans stray,
Sailing one by one
Out of stream and sun,
And the fish lie cool
In their chosen pool.
Many an afternoonOf the summer dayDreaming here I lay;And I know how soonIdly at its hourFirst the deep bell humsFrom the minster tower,And then evening comes,Creeping up the glade,With her lengthening shade,And the tardy boonOf her brightening moon.
Many an afternoon
Of the summer day
Dreaming here I lay;
And I know how soon
Idly at its hour
First the deep bell hums
From the minster tower,
And then evening comes,
Creeping up the glade,
With her lengthening shade,
And the tardy boon
Of her brightening moon.
Clear and gentle stream,Ere again I goWhere thou dost not flow,Well does it beseemThee to hear againOnce my youthful song,That familiar strainSilent now so long:Be as I contentWith my old lament,And my idle dream,Clear and gentle stream!
Clear and gentle stream,
Ere again I go
Where thou dost not flow,
Well does it beseem
Thee to hear again
Once my youthful song,
That familiar strain
Silent now so long:
Be as I content
With my old lament,
And my idle dream,
Clear and gentle stream!