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|“Rivers Unknown to Song”|
Wide waters in the waste; or, out of reach,|
Rough Alpine falls where late a glacier hung;
Or rivers groping for the alien beach,
Through continents, unsung.
Nay, not these nameless, these remote, alone;|
But all the streams from all the watersheds
Peneus, Danube, Nileare the unknown
Young in their ancient beds.
Man has no tale for them. O travellers swift|
From secrets to oblivion! Waters wild
That pass in act to bend a flower, or lift
The bright limbs of a child!
For they are new, they are fresh; there’s no surprise|
Like theirs on earth. O strange for evermore!
This moment’s Tiber with his shining eyes
Never saw Rome before.
Man has no word for their eternity|
Rhine, Avon, Arno, younglings, youth uncrowned:
Ignorant, innocent, instantaneous, free,
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