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To a River in Which a Child Was Drowned
Smiling river, smiling river,
On thy bosom sun-beams play;
Though theyre fleeting and retreating,
Thou hast more deceit than they.
In they channel, in thy channel,
Choked with ooze and gravlly stones,
Deep immersed, and unhearsed,
Lies young Edwards corse: his bones.
Ever whitening, ever whitening,
As thy waves against them dash;
What thy torrent, in the current,
Swallowd, now it helps to wash.
As if senseless, as if senseless
Things had feeling in this case;