The journey, river country, I met the unmoved landscape face to face, smoothing a busy
face that no stream could slay, deep in its black gulf fret the heavy snake.
The sound, diffused and so intently firm, it seemed silent, having changed no term.
Beyond the river, brave, volcanic stone, enrolling gill, the river moved alone.
Guard with mass and slow, we hung against it in an awful flow.
The river, the river, I met the unmoved landscape face to face, smoothing a busy
I now remember slowly how I came
I sometime living, sometime with a name
Greeting by iron waves across the bare way
Through shrinking frost, autumnal brass
In naked sunlight with iron might
Young me and I
I now remember slowly how I came
