Flow on, sweet river! like his verse <br />Who lies beneath this sculptured hearse; <br />Nor wait beside the churchyard wall <br />For him who cannot hear thy call. <br /> <br />Thy playmate once; I see him now <br />A boy with sunshine on his brow, <br />And hear in Stratford's quiet street <br />The patter of his little feet. <br /> <br />I see him by thy shallow edge <br />Wading knee-deep amid the sedge; <br />And lost in thought, as if thy stream <br />Were the swift river of a dream. <br /> <br />He wonders whitherward it flows; <br />And fain would follow where it goes, <br />To the wide world, that shall erelong <br />Be filled with his melodious song. <br /> <br />Flow on, fair stream! That dream is o'er; <br />He stands upon another shore; <br />A vaster river near him flows, <br />And still he follows where it goes.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-harbour-to-the-avon/
