Swift River

My Love, how she laughs! And brims with delight As she breezes along The sun in her lap – A glittering pose Becomes her, just so In her whimsical hues And idling flows And when she sighs And shifts on the sand Aglow in the night The moon in her eyes – ‘Tis all I can stand Myself, but a man Drenched with a thirst Alone – and upland And when she cries And weeps in the rain Oh, that I! Could take her away To fields where we lay And lessen her pain – And when she roars! And leaps – mighty leaps! Her passions – asleep Awake from the deep To settle the score That all lovers keep Of madness and lore Of legends and more That leap – as she leaps And roar – as she roars!