In flowery grove I lost my way Where forest spring showers silver spray In murmuring fall,o'erhead The lofty bay trees spread.
They see it ever rushing fleet,They see it flowing at their feet,Burn in sweet shadows there To mate with Sea and Air.
But when it flees the hard land's thrall,Loud thundering smites the rocky wall.
Dizzy the flood spins round In mistrings with no sound.
Through flowery groves it roams again,Swallowing deep draughts of Death's pain,And then the tall bay trees Waft down sweet reveries.
