They are at rest: + 

We may not stir the heaven of their repose + 

With loud-voiced grief, or passionate request, + 

Or selfish plaint for those + 

Who in the mountain grots of Eden lie, + 

And hear the fourfold river, as it hurries by. + 

They hear it sweep + 

In distance down the dark and savage vale; + 

But they at eddying pool or current deep + 

Shall never more grow pale; + 

They hear, and meekly muse, as fain to know + 

How long untired, unspent, that giant stream shall flow. + 

And soothing sounds + 

Blend with the neighbouring waters as they glide; + 

Posted along the haunted garden’s bounds + 

Angelic forms abide, + 

Echoing, as words of watch, o’er lawn and grove, + 

The verses of that hymn which Seraphs chant above. + 