White With Waves Poem by Jerome Brooke

Fast, fast the river flows,
White with waves;
Speeding through cold years;
Icy, dark slaves.

Troubled, the deep river goes,
Past cliffs, into sight;
Caves of silent, waiting darkness,
Windows of night.

Dark eyes, burning in hate, that see,
See the hidden, distance goals.
Deep in the swift, wild, fleeing river,
See the lovers, lost souls.

Caves of wisdom, cold eyes of fear,
Our dim future now reveals.
All hope secures, all truth, freely tells;
With words, broken from seals.