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Out on the river that rolleth forever,

Floweth forever and moaneth for aye,

Floateth a sorrow that never shall borrow

Peace to release it from me to the sea.

Sorrow that ever my sad heart’s quiver,

Sheathing alone this one arrow of woe,

Binds as the billow that never shall pillow

Crest on the breast of the moaning flow.

O Stygian water, of heart-breakings fraughter,

Far more aburdened of mournful commotion

Than night is of stillness or Hell is of fellness,

Knoll thou and toll my ocean devotion!

Dash thy dread roll ’gainst my turbulent soul,

Strike till its tones shall thy moanings control,

Bearing emotion as deep as the ocean

Unto the one who is soul of my soul!—

Unto the maiden whom angels of Aidenn,

Wandering over the strand of the blest,

Enviously stole from the heart of my soul,

Bore to thy shore and prest to thy breast.

Let not thy plashing and turbulent dashing

Grate on the ear of my radiant Love;

Kiss her bright tresses with fondest caresses

Controlling thy rolling with love from above.

Her fair form enfold on thy bosom cold,

Rowing her soft with thy Lethean oar;

Whisper, oh whisper, as winds of the wold

Unto the one whom they bore to thy shore.

Farewell, fair Minevr! soft over the river

Unto thy rest shall the waves gently roll,

Where never forever death-rivers dissever

Heart from fond heart, or thy soul from my soul.