<h2><SPAN name="page152"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>RIVER AND SEA</h2>
<p class="poetry">We stood by the river that swept<br/>
In its glory and grandeur away;<br/>
But never a pulse o’ me leapt,<br/>
And you wondered at me that day.</p>
<p class="poetry">We stood by the lake as it lay<br/>
With its dimpled face turned to the light;<br/>
Was it strange I had nothing to say<br/>
To so fair and enchanting a sight?</p>
<p class="poetry">I look on your tresses of gold—<br/>
You are fair and a thing to be loved—<br/>
Do you think I am heartless and cold<br/>
That I look and am wholly unmoved?</p>
<p class="poetry">One answer, dear friend, I will make<br/>
To the questions your eyes ask of me:<br/>
“Talk not of the river or lake<br/>
To those who have looked on the sea”</p>
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