Grey Flowed the River, High up in the Sky
Grey flowed the river, high up in the sky
Flocculent clouds hung silver-grey:
Cool and clean the wind went by
With a scent of spring, when you and I
You found an inn where the river’s bow
Encloses a garden of sandy weeds;
And a ferryman’s boat piles to and fro
From bank to bank, and kingcups glow
In the yellow reeds.
We climbed the wood to an open space
And looked on a valley clothed in green,
With a poplar fringe of orange lace;
No drifting shadow marred the face
Of the happy scene.
We watched the horizontal light
Of sunset silver each shallow pool-
And wondered, at home in the city that nigh
Was ever a day of rich delight
So calm and cool.