The River Of Ruin
Along by the river of ruin They dally--the thoughtless ones, They dance and they dream By the side of the stream, As long as the river runs. It seems all so pleasant and cheery-- No thought of the morrow is theirs, And their faces are bright With the sun of delight, And they dream of no night-brooding cares. The women wear garlanded tresses, The men have rings on their hands, And they sing in their glee, For they think they are free-- They that know not the treacherous sands. Ah, but this be a venturesome journey, Forever those sands are ashift, And a step to one side Means a grasp of the tide, And the current is fearful and swift. For once in the river of ruin, What boots it, to do or to dare, For down we must go In the turbulent flow, To the desolate sea of Despair.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Along by the river of ruin..."
Paul Laurence Dunbar's contribution to classic is further solidified by the brilliance found in "The River Of Ruin"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...