Going down to the river darling

You  go down to the river Darling: 
The calm part, behind the old trees. 
You go in the calm of the moonshine – 
You  go where the grass blades cut 
Skin of those that willingly lie 
Here in the willow-bend. 
Where, darkling flourish, in the calm crook 
Of your waiting arms… 
I am the river Darling, I am the dark flow with 
under tides. I am calm at this juncture, 
but the river hides it's fury 
ever after here.