Poem by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Virginia

Red river, red river,
Slow flow heat is silence
No will is still as a river
Still, Will heat move
Only through the mocking-bird
Heard once? Still hills
Wait. Gates wait. Purple trees,
White trees, wait, wait,
Delay, decay. Living, living,
Never moving. Ever moving
Iron thoughts came with me
And go with me:
Red river, river, river.

1. Morning at the Window
2. Gerontion
3. Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar
4. Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service
5. Preludes

Margaret Preston Virginia ("Grandly thou fillest the world's eye to-day")

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