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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Down Stream
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BETWEEN Holmscote and Hurstcote 
The river-reaches wind,
The whispering trees accept the breeze,
The ripple`s cool and kind;
With love low-whispered `twixt the shores,
With rippling laughters gay,
With white arms bared to ply the oars,
On last year`s first of May.
Between Holmscote and Hurstcote
The river`s brimmed with rain,
Through close-met banks and parted banks
Now near, now far again:
With parting tears caressed to smiles,
With meeting promised soon,
With every sweet vow that beguiles,
On last year`s first of June.
Between Holmscote and Hurstcote
The river`s flecked with foam,
`Neath shuddering clouds that hang in shrouds
And lost winds wild for home:
With infant wailings at the breast,
With homeless steps astray,
With wanderings shuddering tow`rds one rest
On this year`s first of May.
Between Holmscote and Hurstcote
The summer river flows
With doubled flight of moons by night
And lilies` deep repose:
With lo! beneath the moon`s white stare
A white face not the moon,
With lilies meshed in tangled hair,
On this year`s first of June.
Between Holmscote and Hurstcote
A troth was given and riven,
From heart`s trust grew one life to two,
Two lost lives cry to Heaven:
With banks spread calm to meet the sky,
With meadows newly mowed,
The harvest-paths of glad July,
The sweet school-children`s road.
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