To the Submerged Rocks and Islands on the Susquehanna
Farewell! ye wooded islands, never more
Shall in your shade the Youth and Maiden woo!
Ye rocks, that jutted from the rushing blue,
Within whose eddies dripped the lover's oar,
A last farewell! Ye currents that of yore
Like maddened horses furious dashed, and threw
Your white manes to the air, farewell to you!
Forever mute your danger-luring roar!
Here, as I drift, no rapture doth awake
From hills or moving landscape, for my heart
Lingers beneath where I was wont to roam;
And memory sees, as on some sunken chart,
Down in that inert bottom of the lake,
The scarred old boulders yearning for the foam!
Shall in your shade the Youth and Maiden woo!
Ye rocks, that jutted from the rushing blue,
Within whose eddies dripped the lover's oar,
A last farewell! Ye currents that of yore
Like maddened horses furious dashed, and threw
Your white manes to the air, farewell to you!
Forever mute your danger-luring roar!
Here, as I drift, no rapture doth awake
From hills or moving landscape, for my heart
Lingers beneath where I was wont to roam;
And memory sees, as on some sunken chart,
Down in that inert bottom of the lake,
The scarred old boulders yearning for the foam!
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