Smiling river, smiling river,
On thy bosom sun-beams play;
Though they're fleeting, and retreating,
Thou hast more deceit than they.
In thy channel, in thy channel,
Choak'd with ooze and grav'lly stones,
Deep immersed, and unhearsed,
Lies young Edward's corse: his bones
Ever whitening, ever whitening,
As thy waves against them dash;
What thy torrent, in the current,
Swallow'd, now it helps to wash.
As if senseless, as if senseless
Things had feeling in this case;
What so blindly, and unkindly,
It destroy'd, it now does grace.
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Comments1Charles Lamb's words are profoundly haunting yet deeply beautiful. Despite the tragedy that underscores the poem, there's this stark depiction of nature’s indifference and its inherent beauty that leaves a scar. Truly serves as a reminder of our mortality and the raw, relentless force of the natural world.