Out on the river that rolleth forever,
Floweth forever and moaneth for aye,
Floateth a sorrow that never shall borrow
Peace to release it from me to the sea.
Sorrow that ever my sad heart’s quiver,
Sheathing alone this one arrow of woe,
Binds as the billow that never shall pillow
Crest on the breast of the moaning flow.
O Stygian water, of heart-breakings fraughter,
Far more aburdened of mournful commotion