'All the rivers run into the sea.' <br />Like the pulsing of a river, <br />The motion of a song, <br />Wind the olden words along <br />The tortuous turnings of my thoughts whenever <br />I sit beside the sea. <br /> <br /> <br />'All the rivers run into the sea.' <br />O you little leaping river, <br />Laugh on beneath your breath! <br />With a heart as deep as death, <br />Strong stream, go patient, grave, and hasting never,- <br />I sit beside the sea. <br /> <br /> <br />'All the rivers run into the sea.' <br />Why the passion of a river? <br />The striving of a soul? <br />Calm the eternal waters roll <br />Upon the eternal shore. At last, whatever <br />Seeks it-finds the sea. <br /> <br /> <br />'All the rivers run into the sea.' <br />O thou bounding, burning river, <br />Hurrying heart! I seem <br />To know (so one knows in a dream) <br />That in the waiting heart of God forever, <br />Thou too shalt find the sea.<br /><br />Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-the-rivers/
