Five Mile River

Deep in New England's heart there is a dell Where Five Mile River sings the whole year through. In May the ivory dogwood blossoms there And the blue flag, while with the evening star Through green twilight it hears the angelic thrush. On summer eves it serenades the moon While fireflies swing their lanterns from its banks. And there the October woods outspread a maze Of rose and russet and Etruscan gold, More precious than the Vale of Avalon Or any road to storied Camelot. A-tinkle with thin ice on frosty morns Our happy river still is chiming low The woodland music of enchanted hours.