The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, by Thomas Hood


(From Tylney Hall.)

Still glides the gentle streamlet on,

With shifting current new and strange;

The water that was here is gone,

But those green shadows do not change.

Serene, or ruffled by the storm,

On present waves as on the past,

The mirrored grave retains its form,

The self-same trees their semblance cast.

The hue each fleeting globule wears,

That drop bequeaths it to the next,

One picture still the surface bears,

To illustrate the murmured text.

So, love, however time may flow,

Fresh hours pursuing those that flee

One constant image still shall show

My tide of life is true to thee!

From Hood’s novel of Tylney Hall, published in 1834; apparently one of the many tender tributes originally addressed by Hood to his wife.

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