From thy far sources, 'mid mountains airily climbing, <br />Pass to the rich lowland, thou busy sunny river; <br />Murmuring once, dimpling, pellucid, limpid, abundant, <br />Deepening now, widening, swelling, a lordly river. <br />Through woodlands steering, with branches waving above thee, <br />Through the meadows sinuous, wandering irriguous; <br />Towns, hamlets leaving, towns by thee, bridges across thee, <br />Pass to palace garden, pass to cities populous. <br />Murmuring once, dimpling, ’mid woodlands wandering idly, <br />Now with mighty vessels loaded, a mighty river. <br />Pass to the great waters, though tides may seem to resist thee, <br />Tides to resist seeming, quickly will lend thee passage, <br />Pass to the dark waters that roaring wait to receive thee; <br />Pass them thou wilt not, thou busy sunny river.<br /><br />Arthur Hugh Clough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elegiac-i/
