text: Is this the river East I heard?
  Where the ferries, tugs and sailboats stirred
  And the reaching wharves from the inner land
  Ourstretched, like the harmless receiving hand
  
  And the silvery tinge that sparkles aloud
  Like the brilliant white demons, which a tide has towed
  From the rays of the morning sun
  Which it doth ceaselessly shine upon.
  
  But look at the depth of the drippling tide
  The dripples, reripples like the locusts astride;
  As the boat turns upon the silvery spread
  It leavesstrangea shadow dead.
  
  And the very charms from the reflective river
  And from the stacks of the floating boat
  There seemeth the quality neer to dissever
  Like the ruffles from the mystified smoke.