The River

There was a river that rose
  in the cool of the morn,
It leaped down the side of the mountain,
  and ran through the meadows and corn :
But it came at the last to a cave
  by the edge of the sea,
And it fell through the darkness, and
  vanished
Forever from me.

I am sad for the river that fell
  through the darkness away;
From the fields full of corn, from the sun,
  from the light of the day :
I could weep for the river that danced
  in the light of the day,
And sunk through the darkness, and
  vanished
Forever away.

From 1913 - Five New Poems