Celebrating the Thames in verse

Today is National Poetry Day, the theme of which this year is ‘Water, water everywhere’. What better excuse to post a few lines of verse in celebration of Fogwoft‘s favourite river?

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer night. The nymphs are departed.
And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;
Departed, have left no addresses.

From The Waste Land – III The Fire Sermon, by Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965).