Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,

      Thy tribute wave deliver:

No more by thee my steps shall be,

      For ever and for ever.



Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,

      A rivulet then a river:

Nowhere by thee my steps shall be

      For ever and for ever.



But here will sigh thine alder tree

      And here thine aspen shiver;

And here by thee will hum the bee,

      For ever and for ever.



A thousand suns will stream on thee,

      A thousand moons will quiver;

But not by thee my steps shall be,

      For ever and for ever.