so drifts this summer evening down the wye
weary river from withered valleys worn
forging through rocks your passage to the sea
seared by the wind in cadences stillborn
dusk now slithers down your silky way
while sullen willows slow the waters flow
and fluttering leaves their ambient music play
as salmon snatch at flies in sunset glow
now i my fond farewells must say with pain
oh fickle water on a constant bed