Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
Birds of PassageFlight the Fourth. Songo River
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Save in fancy or in dream,
Winding slow through bush brake,
Links together lake and lake.
Ever doubling on itself
Flows the stream, so still and slow
That it hardly seems to flow.
Lost in woodland or on wold,
Such a winding path pursued
Through the sylvan solitude.
After hazel-nut or nest,
Through the forest in and out
Wandered loitering thus about.
Tangled thickets on each side
Hang inverted, and between
Floating cloud or sky serene.
Seems the only living thing,
Or the loon, that laughs and flies
Down to those reflected skies.
Unfamiliar is to fame;
For thou hidest here alone,
Well content to be unknown.
Wisdom deep as human speech,
Moving without haste or noise
In unbroken equipoise.
And art ever calm and still,
Even thy silence seems to say
To the traveller on his way:—
Of the city, stay thy feet!
Rest awhile, nor longer waste
Life with inconsiderate haste!
Loud with shallow waterfalls,
But in quiet self-control
Link together soul and soul.”