MAY-FLOOD
Nowthe Spring’s coldFoam-crested waves, the brightHedges, delayTo break and quench the lightOf golden fields with sprayOf hawthorn. As of oldMen saw the steepWalls of the Red Sea round them,Quiet sheepWatch the wild hedge forbear to drown them.
Nowthe Spring’s coldFoam-crested waves, the brightHedges, delayTo break and quench the lightOf golden fields with sprayOf hawthorn. As of oldMen saw the steepWalls of the Red Sea round them,Quiet sheepWatch the wild hedge forbear to drown them.
Nowthe Spring’s cold
Foam-crested waves, the bright
Hedges, delay
To break and quench the light
Of golden fields with spray
Of hawthorn. As of old
Men saw the steep
Walls of the Red Sea round them,
Quiet sheep
Watch the wild hedge forbear to drown them.