Blithe and merry and sweet
Over its shallows singing,--
I hear before I awaken
The Bound of the church-bells ringing,
And the sound of the leaves wind-shaken,
Complaining and sun-forsaken,
And the oriole warbling and singing,
And the swish of the wind in the wheat

Sweet and tender and true!
From meadows of blossoming clover,
Where sleepy-eyed cows are lowing,
And bobolinks twittering over,--
Ebbing and falling and flowing--
Singing and gliding and going--
The river--my silver-shod lover,
Down to the infinite blue.

Deep, and tender, and strong!
With resonant voice and hole--
To far away sunshiny places,
Haunts of the bee and the swallow,
Where the Sabbath is sweet with the praises
Of dumb things, of weeds and of daisies,--
Oh river! I hear thee--I follow
To the ocean where I too belong.