No More the Slow Stream
No more the slow stream spreading clear in sunlight
Lacing the swamp with intricate shining channels
Patterned by wind and the dipping tall marsh grasses:
No more the mica glint in the sliding water
The bright-winged flies and the muskrat gone like a shadow
No more the curved trout breaking concentric silver:
Now the basalt cliffs and the yellow foam in the eddies
Now the strong brown water boiling deeply from under
Now the log abutment left where the bridge has fallen:
O the slow stream lovely, lovely no more in sunlight:
The flotsam of quiet lives turned over and over,
The dark destructive flood; and the plan the promise
Spun in the current, swept toward no visible ocean.
Lacing the swamp with intricate shining channels
Patterned by wind and the dipping tall marsh grasses:
No more the mica glint in the sliding water
The bright-winged flies and the muskrat gone like a shadow
No more the curved trout breaking concentric silver:
Now the basalt cliffs and the yellow foam in the eddies
Now the strong brown water boiling deeply from under
Now the log abutment left where the bridge has fallen:
O the slow stream lovely, lovely no more in sunlight:
The flotsam of quiet lives turned over and over,
The dark destructive flood; and the plan the promise
Spun in the current, swept toward no visible ocean.
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