We stood by the river that swept br In its glory and grandeur away; br But never a pulse o' me leapt, br And you wondered at me that day. br br br We stood by the lake as it lay br With its dimpled face turned to the light; br Was it strange I had nothing to say br To so fair and enchanting a sight? br br br I look on your tresses of gold- br You are fair and a thing to be loved- br Do you think I am heartless and cold br That I look and am wholly unmoved? br br br One answer, dear friend, I will make br To the questions your eyes ask of me: br 'Talk not of the river or lake br To those who have looked on the sea.