Eliza Cook


Loch Levenís Gentle Stream


I íVE gazed upon the rapid Rhine,
I íve seen its waters foam and shine;
I íve watched its cascades, wild and bright,
Leap proudly on, in rainbow light;
Its waves have charmed my dazzled eye,
Like molten silver dashing by:
Still, still, I could not love the Rhine;
The land it watered was not mine:
I sighed to see the moonís mild beam
Fall on Loch Levenís gentle stream!

I íve wandered by the placid Rhone,
When night was on her starry throne;
I íve looked upon the Tiberís tide,
And plucked the wild-flowers by its side;
I íve heard the gondolierís wild note
Oíer the Lagoonís fair waters float:
Still, still, I turned, with willing feet,
My native North again to greet!
Again to see the moonís mild beam
Fall on Loch Levenís gentle stream!






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