THE MOUNTAIN TORRENTS
Falling fast or lingering love-wise,
Gathered into mirror-lakes,
Floating sprayed through heaven dovewise,
Dreaming, dashing; sunlight shakes
Into million-coloured petals
All our limpid drops, and wraps
Earth with green, as water settles
On the rocks and in their gaps,
Mossy rainbow-tinted maidens, flowers and fernshoots in
their laps.
ORPHEUS
Low down in the hollows
And vales of the earth,
What eagle-sight follows
Your length and green girth?
Your light is Apollo’s,
Diana’s your mirth!
Come forth! I invoke ye, O rivers, I have watched your
mysterious birth!
THE RIVERS
In the lowland gently swelling,
Born and risen out of rain,
Wide the curves and arrowy dwelling
Where we rest or roll again.
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