River [MODERN ENGLISH VERSION]

Riv’r

riv’r, thee flow—a steady stream,

cov’ring the w’rld in a gentle gleam.

a danceth of life in swirling grace,

thee toucheth all sh’res, thee knoweth nay lodging.

floating softly in the void of thy eyes,

so gentle, yet pow’r the Flibbertigibbet denies.

a f’rce so quiet, yet deeply hath felt,

coequal shadows in thy presence melteth.

thy hair flows liketh a whisp’r’d song,

as if ’t be true angels kneweth wh’re hearts belongeth.

those gents careth not f’r the devil’s stareth,

at which hour thy voice is drifting through the air.

and at which hour thee speaketh, the wat’rs knoweth,

bubbles riseth from deep below—

eft to sway, to twisteth, to glide,

with secrets only riv’rs hideth

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River

River, you flow—a steady stream,

Covering the world in a gentle gleam.

A dance of life in swirling grace,

You touch all shores, you know no place.

Floating softly in the void of your eyes,

So gentle, yet power the devil denies.

A force so quiet, yet deeply felt,

Even shadows in your presence melt.

Your hair flows like a whispered song,

As if angels knew where hearts belong.

They care not for the devil’s stare,

When your voice is drifting through the air.

And when you speak, the waters know,

Bubbles rise from deep below—

Ready to sway, to twist, to glide,

With secrets only rivers hide.

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