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Under the lily shadowand the goldand the blue and mauvethat the whin and the lilacpour down on the water,the fishes quiver.Over the green cold leavesand the rippled silverand the tarnished copperof its neck and beak,toward the deep black waterbeneath the arches,the swan floats slowly.Into the dark of the arch the swan floatsand into the black depth of my sorrowit bears a white rose of flame.F. S. Flint
Under the lily shadowand the goldand the blue and mauvethat the whin and the lilacpour down on the water,the fishes quiver.Over the green cold leavesand the rippled silverand the tarnished copperof its neck and beak,toward the deep black waterbeneath the arches,the swan floats slowly.Into the dark of the arch the swan floatsand into the black depth of my sorrowit bears a white rose of flame.F. S. Flint
Under the lily shadowand the goldand the blue and mauvethat the whin and the lilacpour down on the water,the fishes quiver.
Under the lily shadow
and the gold
and the blue and mauve
that the whin and the lilac
pour down on the water,
the fishes quiver.
Over the green cold leavesand the rippled silverand the tarnished copperof its neck and beak,toward the deep black waterbeneath the arches,the swan floats slowly.
Over the green cold leaves
and the rippled silver
and the tarnished copper
of its neck and beak,
toward the deep black water
beneath the arches,
the swan floats slowly.
Into the dark of the arch the swan floatsand into the black depth of my sorrowit bears a white rose of flame.
Into the dark of the arch the swan floats
and into the black depth of my sorrow
it bears a white rose of flame.
F. S. Flint
F. S. Flint