Smiling river, smiling river, <br />On thy bosom sun-beams play; <br />Though they're fleeting, and retreating, <br />Thou hast more deceit than they. <br /> <br /> <br />In thy channel, in thy channel, <br />Choak'd with ooze and grav'lly stones, <br />Deep immersed, and unhearsed, <br />Lies young Edward's corse: his bones <br /> <br /> <br />Ever whitening, ever whitening, <br />As thy waves against them dash; <br />What thy torrent, in the current, <br />Swallow'd, now it helps to wash. <br /> <br /> <br />As if senseless, as if senseless <br />Things had feeling in this case; <br />What so blindly, and unkindly, <br />It destroy'd, it now does grace.<br /><br />Charles Lamb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-river-in-which-a-child-was-drowned/
