Journey beyond Toar
john clare
Gently, gently the waters part,
Silently, silently we slip downstream.
In teardrop cradle the sailors embark,
Hush crickets! The little Pindar dreams.
Miles, miles the stream carries us along,
Tranquil, tranquil the mirrored ripple.
Above, the Cicada's con calma hum,
Sleep, sleep little ruddy sailor still.
Who? Who? Passes in tiny sloop?
Tis he! Tis he! The poet of streams!
Pass through my poetic little flute,
Old Owl sees why the waters sing.
Down, down goes the little canoe
Deep, deep through icy shoaled sea.
Awake tiny sailor, see us through!
Cause terrible Erebus to flee!
Still, still sleeps in tempest land,
Row, row we against Aeolus strong.
Into the gale rises a little hand,
Calm, calm again the beautiful song.
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