Poems (Becker)/On Weir River

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ON WEIR RIVER.
I FLOATED out into the night
 On the river's silent breast,
Mid the low dark hills on either side,
 With darker verdure drest.

I floated out into the night;
 No sound from shore to shore,
Save the restless chirp of a waking bird,
 And the dip of the silver oar.

Then a star in the west arose,
 Threw a golden chain to me;
And by its shining pathway
 I climbed, dead Love, to thee.

But as thy phantom lips met mine,
 Lights gleamed along the shore;
And I heard but the river rippling,
 Saw only the glancing oar.

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