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Show . o the Biurr. , John Hay , O grandly-flowing river! , O silver gliding river! Thy springing willow shiver In the sunset as of old i They shiver in the ellence Of the willow-whitened islands, While the sun -bars on the sand -bars Fill the air and wave with gold. O gay", oblivious river! O sunset-kindled river! Do you remember ever The eyes and skies so blue On a summer day that shone here, When we were all alone here, And the blue eyes were too wise To speak the love they knew! O stern, Impassive river! O still, unanswerlng river ! The shivering willows quiver As the night winds moan and rave. From the past a voice Is calling, : ."" From heaven a star Is falling, And dew swells in the bluebells Above her hillside grave. .-. |