The Danube to the Severn gave
      The darken'd heart that beat no more;
      They laid him by the pleasant shore,
And in the hearing of the wave.

There twice a day the Severn fills;
      The salt sea-water passes by,
      And hushes half the babbling Wye,
And makes a silence in the hills.

The Wye is hush'd nor moved along,
      And hush'd my deepest grief of all,
      When fill'd with tears that cannot fall,
I brim with sorrow drowning song.

The tide flows down, the wave again
      Is vocal in its wooded walls;
      My deeper anguish also falls,
And I can speak a little then.

Last modified 12 February 2010