We stood by the river that swept <br />In its glory and grandeur away; <br />But never a pulse o' me leapt, <br />And you wondered at me that day. <br /> <br /> <br />We stood by the lake as it lay <br />With its dimpled face turned to the light; <br />Was it strange I had nothing to say <br />To so fair and enchanting a sight? <br /> <br /> <br />I look on your tresses of gold- <br />You are fair and a thing to be loved- <br />Do you think I am heartless and cold <br />That I look and am wholly unmoved? <br /> <br /> <br />One answer, dear friend, I will make <br />To the questions your eyes ask of me: <br />'Talk not of the river or lake <br />To those who have looked on the sea.'<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/river-and-sea-2/
