Francis
Békássy.
Over
endless
waters
wind ,
Chase
the
fast
stream
faster ;
All but love
is
left behind :
Death
shall
prove
the master !
Now
the
sparrows
cease
their
cry ;
Silence stands appalling.
Still
and
far
and
deep
I'll
lie,
Where
the
snow
is
falling
.
FRAGMENTARY
VIEWS
.
1.
Waters
.
ARCHES all
green
and
chestnuts
hardly white
,
Rough
grass
,
and
clumpy
marigolds
I
see
Within
the water
:
but how
changed
quite
!
A
world
begins
,
where
tree
doth
grow
from
tree
.
What
dusky
Earths
,
what
Fires
at
all
compare
With
thee
,
what Air
,
what Shadows
lightly
wrought
,
Thou living
Water
!
Settled
softly
there
,
Proud
with
the
proud
reality
of
Thought
.
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