ARGYRIA
O you,O you most fair,Swayer of reeds, whispererAmong the flowering rushes,You have hidden your handsBeneath the poplar leaves,You have given them to the white waters.Swallow-fleet,Sea-child cold from waves,Slight reed that sang so blithely in the wind,White cloud the white sun kissed into the air;Pan mourns for you.White limbs, white song,Pan mourns for you.Richard Aldington
O you,O you most fair,Swayer of reeds, whispererAmong the flowering rushes,You have hidden your handsBeneath the poplar leaves,You have given them to the white waters.Swallow-fleet,Sea-child cold from waves,Slight reed that sang so blithely in the wind,White cloud the white sun kissed into the air;Pan mourns for you.White limbs, white song,Pan mourns for you.Richard Aldington
O you,O you most fair,Swayer of reeds, whispererAmong the flowering rushes,You have hidden your handsBeneath the poplar leaves,You have given them to the white waters.
O you,
O you most fair,
Swayer of reeds, whisperer
Among the flowering rushes,
You have hidden your hands
Beneath the poplar leaves,
You have given them to the white waters.
Swallow-fleet,Sea-child cold from waves,Slight reed that sang so blithely in the wind,White cloud the white sun kissed into the air;Pan mourns for you.
Swallow-fleet,
Sea-child cold from waves,
Slight reed that sang so blithely in the wind,
White cloud the white sun kissed into the air;
Pan mourns for you.
White limbs, white song,Pan mourns for you.
White limbs, white song,
Pan mourns for you.
Richard Aldington
Richard Aldington