Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
T. S. Eliot
The pull of the river is far too strong. I simply can't resist it. Early mornings are the most beautiful, especially when the mist wraps around the river's banks and the silence takes you into its embrace. You can enjoy the tranquillity and get lost in your own thoughts.
Glide gently, thus forever glide,
O Thames! that other bards may see,
As lovely visions by thy side
As now, fair river! come to me.
Oh glide, fair stream! for ever so;
Thy quiet soul on all bestowing,
'Till all our minds forever flow,
As thy deep waters now are flowing.
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