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Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900/Sunday up the River

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James Thomson559765Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900 — Sunday up the River1931Arthur Quiller-Couch
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Sunday up the River

MY love o'er the water bends dreaming;
It glideth and glideth away:
She sees there her own beauty, gleaming
Through shadow and ripple and spray.

O tell her, thou murmuring river,
As past her your light wavelets roll,
How steadfast that image for ever
Shines pure in pure depths of my soul.