COLERIDGE THINE is the mystic melody, The far-off murmur of some dreamland sea That beat in rhythm on the shadowy shore, THE HUDSON WHERE in its old historic splendor stands The home of England's far-famed Parliament, And waters of the Thames in calm content At England's fame flow slowly o'er their sands; And where the Rhine past vine-entwinëd lands Courses in castled beauty, there I went; And, gazing on thy waters' majesty, Of one who went to seek the wide world o'er For Love, but found it not. Then home turned he And saw his mother waiting at the door. |