Waves Poem by Jerome Brooke

Fast, fast the river flows,
White with waves;
Down the endless plain,
Through burning sand.
Dark eyes that see,
See the goal,
Where the lost river,
Wild river, goes.

The past is open,
Our future known,
All is plainly told,
All is made cle

Eyes that search,
Eyes that see;
Eyes, eyes hidden,
Hidden in the night.