There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet <br />As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; <br />Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, <br />Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. <br /> <br />Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene <br />Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; <br />'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, <br />Oh! no, -- it was something more exquisite still. <br /> <br />'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, <br />Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, <br />And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, <br />When we see them reflected from looks that we love. <br /> <br />Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest <br />In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, <br />Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, <br />And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-meeting-of-the-waters/
