Where The River Cries
The poet hears the river’s cry
In the flow of waters going by
Ebb and flow, calm and storm
The poet finds the river’s form
In verse – in words that soothe and lift
The river’s wound the water shifts –
From idle streams on mountain keeps
To waterfalls that never sleep
And brooks that ease through valleys by,
Which understand the river’s cry,
To the river flowing ever on
To the verse, the poem and the poet’s song –
Oh, the poet knows the river’s cry
In the verse it lays at waterside
Nearer now than the muse it knows
For the poet knows the verses flow
From the flow of waters going by
Where the river goes, where the river cries
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