And swam the river round
The halcyon day
In a flood of forgetting
Drifted away,
In the light lethe running
From the shade-shadowed cave,
And dreamt-of deliverance
for the men of days.

And swam the river round
By time ever-living,
Carried away
With the memory
Of swimming,
and sunning and gliding,
in the fair gilded past
This same other river
Running the last,
This same other body
No future, no past,
But filled with wild dreaming
Of eternity streaming.

Then walked the silt bed
Of fishes,
Sun-blessed above,
Cold-cursed below,
Reed mast between my toes,
Fine stones polished
Away to sand,
And minnows in the shallows
under fine bright weeds,
Run river round
And let me not contend,
But drift among the long
Procession of lights
Out to the night of the sea.


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