The River of Stars

Alfred Noyes

(A tale of Niagara)

The lights of a hundred cities are fed by its midnight power.

Their wheels are moved by its thunder. But they, too, have their hour.

The tale of the Indian lovers, a cry from the years that are flown

While the river of stars is rolling,

Rolling away to the darkness

Abides with the power in the midnight, where love may find its own.