I <br /> <br />As drones a bee with sultry hum <br />When all the world with heat lies dumb, <br />Thou dronest through the drowsèd lea, <br />To lose thyself and find the sea. <br /> <br />As fares the soul that threads the gloom <br />Toward an unseen goal of doom, <br />Thou farest forth all witlessly, <br />To lose thyself and find the sea. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />My soul is such a stream as thou, <br />Lapsing along it heeds not how; <br />In one thing only unlike thee,- <br />Losing itself, it finds no sea. <br /> <br />Albeit I know a day shall come <br />When its dull waters will be dumb; <br />And then this river-soul of Me, <br />Losing itself, shall find the sea.<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-river-46/
