The Lordly Hudson
by Paul Goodman
"Driver, what stream is it?"
I asked, well knowing
it was our lordly Hudson,
hardly flowing.
"It is our lordly Hudson,
hardly flowing," he said,
"under the green-grown cliffs."
Be still, heart!
No one needs
your passionate suffrage
to select this glory--
this is our lordly Hudson
hardly flowing
under the green-grown cliffs.
"Driver has this a peer
in Europe or the East?"
"No, no!" He said.
Home! Home!
Be quiet, heart!
This is our lordly Hudson
and has no peer
in Europe or the East;
this is our lordly Hudson
hardly flowing
under the green-grown cliffs
and has no peer
in Europe or the East;
be quiet, heart!
Home! Home! |