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Rivers I have seen which were beautiful	A
Slow rivers winding in the flat fens	B
With bands of reeds like thronged green swords	B
Guarding the mirrored sky	C
And streams down tumbling from the chalk hills	B
To valleys of meadows and watercress beds	B
And bridges whereunder dark weed coloured shadows	B
Trout flit or lie	C
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I know those rivers that peacefully glide	D
Past old towers and shaven gardens	B
Where mottled walls rise from the water	E
And mills all streaked with flour	E
And rivers with wharves and rusty shipping	F
That flow with a stately tidal motion	G
Towards their destined estuaries	B
Full of the pride of power	E
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Noble great rivers Thames and Severn	H
Tweed with his gateway of many grey arches	B
Clyde dying at sunset westward	I
In a sea as red as blood	J
Rhine and his hills in close procession	G
Placid Elbe Seine slaty and swirling	F
And Isar son of the Alpine snows	B
A furious turquoise flood	J
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All these I have known and with slow eyes	B
I have walked on their shores and watched them	K
And softened to their beauty and loved them	K
Wherever my feet have been	L
And a hundred others also	B
Whose names long since grew into me	M
That dreaming in light or darkness	B
I have seen though I have not seen	N
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Those rivers of thought cold Ebro	B
And blue racing Guadiana	N
Passing white houses high balconied	J
That ache in a sun baked land	J
Congo and Nile and Colorado	J
Niger Indus Zambesi	B
And the Yellow River and the Oxus	B
And the river that dies in sand	J
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What splendours are theirs what continents	B
What tribes of men what basking plains	B
Forests and lion hided deserts	B
Marshes ravines and falls	B
All hues and shapes and tempers	B
Wandering they take as they wander	E
From those far springs that endlessly	M
The far sea calls	B
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O in reverie I know the Volga	O
That turns his back upon Europe	P
And the two great cities on his banks	B
Novgorod and Astrakhan	N
Where the world is a few soft colours	B
And under the dove like evening	F
The boatmen chant ancient songs	B
The tenderest known to man	N
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And the holy river Ganges	B
His fretted cities veiled in moonlight	J
Arches and buttresses silver shadowy	M
In the high moon	N
And palms grouped in the moonlight	J
And fanes girdled with cypresses	B
Their domes of marble softly shining	F
To the high silver moon	N
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And that aged Brahmapootra	E
Who beyond the white Himalayas	B
Passes many a lamassery	E
On rocks forlorn and frore	E
A block of gaunt grey stone walls	B
With rows of little barred windows	B
Where shrivelled young monks in yellow silk	Q
Are hidden for evermore	E
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But O that great river the Amazon	N
I have sailed up its gulf with eyelids closed	J
And the yellow waters tumbled round	J
And all was rimmed with sky	C
Till the banks drew in and the trees' heads	B
And the lines of green grew higher	E
And I breathed deep and there above me	M
The forest wall stood high	C
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Those forest walls of the Amazon	N
Are level under the blazing blue	R
And yield no sound save the whistles and shrieks	B
Of the swarming bright macaws	B
And under their lowest drooping boughs	B
Mud banks torpidly bubble	A
And the water drifts and logs in the water	E
Drift and twist and pause	B
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And everywhere tacitly joining	F
Float noiseless tributaries	B
Tall avenues paved with water	E
And as I silent fly	C
The vegetation like a painted scene	N
Spars and spikes and monstrous fans	B
And ferns from hairy sheaths up springing	F
Evenly passes by	C
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And stealthier stagnant channels	B
Under low niches of drooping leaves	B
Coil into deep recesses	B
And there have I entered there	E
To heavy hot dense dim places	B
Where creepers climb and sweat and climb	S
And the drip and splash of oozing water	E
Loads the stifling air	E
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Rotting scrofulous steaming trunks	B
Great horned emerald beetles crawling	F
Ants and huge slow butterflies	B
That had strayed and lost the sun	N
Ah sick I have swooned as the air thickened	J
To a pallid brown ecliptic glow	J
And on the forest fallen with languor	E
Thunder has begun	N
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Thunder in the dun dusk thunder	E
Rolling and battering and cracking	F
The caverns shudder with a terrible glare	E
Again and again and again	N
Till the land bows in the darkness	B
Utterly lost and defenceless	B
Smitten and blinded and overwhelmed	J
By the crashing rods of rain	N
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And then in the forests of the Amazon	N
When the rain has ended and silence come	T
What dark luxuriance unfolds	B
From behind the night's drawn bars	B
The wreathing odours of a thousand trees	B
And the flowers' faint gleaming presences	B
And over the clearings and the still waters	B
Soft indigo and hanging stars	B
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O many and many are rivers	B
And beautiful are all rivers	B
And lovely is water everywhere	E
That leaps or glides or stays	B
Yet by starlight moonlight or sunlight	J
Long long though they look these wandering eyes	B
Even on the fairest waters of dream	U
Never untroubled gaze	B
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For whatever stream I stand by	C
And whatever river I dream of	V
There is something still in the back of my mind	J
From very far away	W
There is something I saw and see not	J
A country full of rivers	B
That stirs in my heart and speaks to me	M
More sure more dear than they	W
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And always I ask and wonder	E
Though often I do not know it	J
Why does this water not smell like water	E
Where is the moss that grew	E
Wet and dry on the slabs of granite	J
And the round stones in clear brown water	E
And a pale film rises before them	K
Of the rivers that first I knew	E
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Though famous are the rivers of the great world	J
Though my heart from those alien waters drinks	B
Delight however pure from their loveliness	B
And awe however deep	X
Would I wish for a moment the miracle	A
That those waters should come to Chagford	J
Or gather and swell in Tavy Cleave	Y
Where the stones cling to the steep	X
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No even were they Ganges and Amazon	N
In all their great might and majesty	J
League upon league of wonders	B
I would lose them all and more	E
For a light chiming of small bells	B
A twisting flash in the granite	J
The tiny thread of a pixie waterfall	Z
That lives by Vixen Tor	E
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Those rivers in that lost country	J
They were brown as a clear brown bead is	B
Or red with the earth that rain washed down	N
Or white with china clay	W
And some tossed foaming over boulders	B
And some curved mild and tranquil	A
In wooded vales securely set	J
Under the fond warm day	W
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Okement and Erme and Avon	N
Exe and his ruffled shallows	B
I could cry as I think of those rivers	B
That knew my morning dreams	B
The weir by Tavistock at evening	F
When the circling woods were purple	A
And the Lowman in spring with the lent lilies	B
And the little moorland streams	B
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For many a hillside streamlet	W
There falls with a broken tinkle	A
Falling and dying falling and dying	F
In little cascades and pools	B
Where the world is furze and heather	E
And flashing plovers and fixed larks	B
And an empty sky whitish blue	E
That small world rules	B
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There there where the high waste bog lands	B
And the drooping slopes and the spreading valleys	B
The orchards and the cattle sprinkled pastures	B
Those travelling musics fill	A2
There is my lost Abana	N
And there is my nameless Pharphar	E
That mixed with my heart when I was a boy	B2
And time stood still	A2
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And I say I will go there and die there	E
But I do not go there and sometimes	B
I think that the train could not carry me there	E
And it's possible maybe	J
That it's farther than Asia or Africa	O
Or any voyager's harbour	E
Farther farther beyond recall	Z
O even in memory	J