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THEME/S
Young-Hearted River!
When to your marge the slow night comes
With its innumerable gleams
To strew upon your gliding dreams
Kisses like pale chrysanthemums—
Young-hearted river, mutable, gay!
Forget not, in that cool embrace
Of naked shadow or the play
Of dim desire which throngs your gaze,
The ancient urge, the rapturous throe,
Beneath your surface' stellar stain,
Of floods from heights of endless snow
And pure immeasurable rain
That voiceless silences might break
To echo far profundities
And the long-slumtering mountains wake
To seek for the unsleeping seas....
Forget not, while brief gladdenings flit
Like fireflies through your lowland years,
The longing of ecstatic tears
From infinite to infinite.
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