Here you will find the Poem Miles and miles of here and there of poet Augusta Davies Webster
MILES and miles of here and there Our eager river forced its way, Bent to be it knew not where. It had no rest in delay; And for its haste it had no aim; Wherefore go? But wherefore stay? Here and there led both the same; By any winding it could make Near its secret goal it came. When it reached the crystal lake It knew its aim and found its rest; All the miles were for love's sake. Mid the blue hills of the west Our river lies in the lake's breast.
