Rivers...

Many rivers run
Down to many seas.

All my cares are one:
On what river of these
Could my heart have peach ?

Two banks to each river;
None where I may stray
Hearing the rushes shiver
And seeing the river ever
Pass,
Yet seem to stay.

Maybe there is another
River,
But far in me.
There I may meet the brother
Of my
Eternity;

In what God will this be ?
Nothing;
All the leaves,
Fallen from the tree.
To what grieves in me...