Good oars, for Arnold’s sake,By Laleham lightly bound,And near the bank, O soft,Darling swan!Let not the o’erweary wakeAnew from natal ground,But where he slumbered oft,Slumber on.Be less than boat or bird,The pensive stream along;No murmur make, nor gleam,At his side.Where was it he had heardOf warfare and of wrong?—Not there, in any dreamSince he died.
Good oars, for Arnold’s sake,By Laleham lightly bound,And near the bank, O soft,Darling swan!Let not the o’erweary wakeAnew from natal ground,But where he slumbered oft,Slumber on.Be less than boat or bird,The pensive stream along;No murmur make, nor gleam,At his side.Where was it he had heardOf warfare and of wrong?—Not there, in any dreamSince he died.
Good oars, for Arnold’s sake,By Laleham lightly bound,And near the bank, O soft,Darling swan!Let not the o’erweary wakeAnew from natal ground,But where he slumbered oft,Slumber on.
Good oars, for Arnold’s sake,
By Laleham lightly bound,
And near the bank, O soft,
Darling swan!
Let not the o’erweary wake
Anew from natal ground,
But where he slumbered oft,
Slumber on.
Be less than boat or bird,The pensive stream along;No murmur make, nor gleam,At his side.Where was it he had heardOf warfare and of wrong?—Not there, in any dreamSince he died.
Be less than boat or bird,
The pensive stream along;
No murmur make, nor gleam,
At his side.
Where was it he had heard
Of warfare and of wrong?—
Not there, in any dream
Since he died.