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:
No where 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.