The Danube to the Severn gave 
The darken'd heart that beat no more; 
They laid him by the pleasant shore, 
And in the hearing of the wave. 
There twice a day the Severn fills; 
That salt sea-water passes by, 
And hushes half the babbling Wye, 
And makes a silence in the hills. 

The Wye is hush'd nor moved along, 
And hush'd my deepest grief of all, 
When fill'd with tears that cannot fall, 
I brim with sorrow drowning song. 

The tide flows down, the wave again 
Is vocal in its wooded walls; 
My deeper anguish also falls, 
And I can speak a little then.