GOOD oars, for Arnold’s sake, <br />By Laleham lightly bound, <br />And near the bank, O soft, <br />Darling swan! <br />Let not the o’erweary wake <br />Anew from natal ground, <br />But where he slumbered oft, <br />Slumber on. <br /> <br />Be less than boat or bird, <br />The pensive stream along; <br />No murmur make, nor gleam, <br />At his side. <br />Where was it he had heard <br />Of warfare and of wrong?— <br />Not there, in any dream <br />Since he died.<br /><br />Louise Imogen Guiney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pax-paganica/
