ON THE MEDWAY.

In summer evening, love,

We glide by grassy meadows,

Red sun is shining,

Day is declining,

Peace is around, above.

The poplar folds on high

Dark wings against the sky;

Through dreaming shadows

On we move,

Silently, you and I.

And seaward still we row,

By sedge and bulrush sliding,

Breezes are sending

Ripples unending

Over the way we go.

Above the poplar tree

The moon sails white and free,

The boat goes gliding

Swift or slow,

But ever towards the sea.