In Remembrance Of Schubert

O glide, fair stream! For ever so,

Thy quiet soul on all bestowing,

Till all our minds for ever flow

As thy deep waters now are flowing.

Vain thought! -- Yet be as now thou art,

That in thy waters may be seen

The image of a poet's heart,

How bright, how solemn, how serene!

Now let us, as we float along,

For him suspend the dashing oar;

And pray that never child of song

May know that Poet's sorrows more.

How calm! how still! the only sound,

The dripping of the oar suspended!