Alfred Lord Tennyson

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
   Thy tribute wave deliver;
No more by thee my steps shall be,
   Forever and forever.

Flow, softly flow by lawn and lea,
   A rivulet then a river;
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be,
   Forever and forever.

But here will sigh thine alder tree
   And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
   Forever and forever.

A thousand suns will stream on thee,
   A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
   Forever and forever.