The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 40, Pages 26-27
Flow, Rio Verde!
In melody flow;
Win her that weepeth
To slumber from woe!
Bid thy wave's music
Roll through her dreams;
Grief ever loveth
The kind voice of streams.
Bear her lone spirit
Afar on the sound,
Back to her childhood,
Her life's fairy ground:
Pass like the whisper
Of love that is gone.—
Flow, Rio Verde,
Softly flow on!
- ↑ * The name of the Rio Verde (the "Gentle River" of Percy's ballad) will be familiar to every Spanish reader, as associated in song and story with the old romantic wars of the Peninsula.
