Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever.
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be For ever and for ever.
But here will sigh thine alder tree And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee, For ever and for ever.
A thousand suns will stream on thee, A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever.
