I LOVE to sit on the grassy banks
Of the dancing, dashing river,
And see its waters onward speed,
And its wrinkled eddies quiver.
I love to think that ages hence,
When I have gone forever,
Still other eyes will with delight
Behold the rushing river.
THEN AND NOW.THE lilacs by the garden gate
Swing in the sweet wind dreamily;
But one comes late,
Who earlier came to me
In olden time and otherwhere.
O dreamer by the unquiet sea
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