All The Rivers

"All the rivers run into the sea." Like the pulsing of a river, The motion of a song, Wind the olden words along The tortuous turnings of my thoughts whenever I sit beside the sea. "All the rivers run into the sea." O you little leaping river, Laugh on beneath your breath! With a heart as deep as death, Strong stream, go patient, grave, and hasting never,-- I sit beside the sea. "All the rivers run into the sea." Why the passion of a river? The striving of a soul? Calm the eternal waters roll Upon the eternal shore. At last, whatever Seeks it--finds the sea. "All the rivers run into the sea." O thou bounding, burning river, Hurrying heart! I seem To know (so one knows in a dream) That in the waiting heart of God forever, Thou too shalt find the sea.