Ah, drink again
This river that is the taker-away of pain
And the giver-back of beauty!

In these cool waves
What can be lost?—
Only the sorry cost
Of the lovely thing, ah, never the thing itself!

The level flood that laves
The hot brow
And the stiff shoulder
Is at our temples now

Gone is the fever
But not into the river;
Melted the frozen pride
But the tranquil tide
Runs never the warmer for this
Never the colder

Immerse the dream
Drench the kiss
Dip the song in the stream