KNOW you the river near to Grez, <br />A river deep and clear? <br />Among the lilies all the way, <br />That ancient river runs to-day <br />From snowy weir to weir. <br /> <br />Old as the Rhine of great renown, <br />She hurries clear and fast, <br />She runs amain by field and town <br />From south to north, from up to down, <br />To present on from past. <br /> <br />The love I hold was borne by her; <br />And now, though far away, <br />My lonely spirit hears the stir <br />Of water round the starling spur <br />Beside the bridge at Grez. <br /> <br />So may that love forever hold <br />In life an equal pace; <br />So may that love grow never old, <br />But, clear and pure and fountain-cold, <br />Go on from grace to grace.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/know-you-the-river-near-to-grez/
