Poems (Hardy)/Law
LAW
LAW said to the river, "Go this winding way, And I will go with thee, down to the sea; Yea, I will bring thee home again, all be,Through rolling clouds where hail and thunder play.There woven with the sunlight, ray for ray, Thou then wilt shine, and men beholding me Intimate in archangel companyShall gladly choose me lord and me obey."I saw that river meet the ocean waste: A ship far seaward felt beneath her keel A friendlier wave; a whirling tempest turnedAnd fled to unsailed seas; a white bird traced Her homeward way. And, trembling, I could feel That overhead a seven-hued splendor burned.