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.