Where, from the eye of day, br The dark and silent river br Pursues through tangled woods a way br O'er which the tall trees quiver; br br The silver mist, that breaks br From out that woodland cover, br Betrays the hidden path it takes, br And hangs the current over! br br So oft the thoughts that burst br From hidden springs of feeling, br Like silent streams, unseen at first, br From our cold hearts are stealing: br br But soon the clouds that veil br The eye of Love, when glowing, br Betray the long unwhispered tale br Of thoughts in darkness flowing!br br Henry Wadsworth Longfellowbr br