E. A. C. CLARKE(KEBLE)
E. A. C. CLARKE(KEBLE)
E. A. C. CLARKE(KEBLE)
Shining, never-thirsty flowers,That by the water-sideDo never plaintive cry for showersTo damp their local pride.Lazy they wag their lovely heads,Nodding that way and this,Lithe bodies upon mossy bedsWith lips bedewed that kiss.The kindly and generous streamThat gently ripples by,An idle, silvery dream,Where sleeping fishes lie.These delicate flowers of MaryLie long and overgrown,While Martha's parched and wearyStand in the sun and groan
Shining, never-thirsty flowers,That by the water-sideDo never plaintive cry for showersTo damp their local pride.Lazy they wag their lovely heads,Nodding that way and this,Lithe bodies upon mossy bedsWith lips bedewed that kiss.The kindly and generous streamThat gently ripples by,An idle, silvery dream,Where sleeping fishes lie.These delicate flowers of MaryLie long and overgrown,While Martha's parched and wearyStand in the sun and groan
Shining, never-thirsty flowers,That by the water-sideDo never plaintive cry for showersTo damp their local pride.
Shining, never-thirsty flowers,
That by the water-side
Do never plaintive cry for showers
To damp their local pride.
Lazy they wag their lovely heads,Nodding that way and this,Lithe bodies upon mossy bedsWith lips bedewed that kiss.
Lazy they wag their lovely heads,
Nodding that way and this,
Lithe bodies upon mossy beds
With lips bedewed that kiss.
The kindly and generous streamThat gently ripples by,An idle, silvery dream,Where sleeping fishes lie.
The kindly and generous stream
That gently ripples by,
An idle, silvery dream,
Where sleeping fishes lie.
These delicate flowers of MaryLie long and overgrown,While Martha's parched and wearyStand in the sun and groan
These delicate flowers of Mary
Lie long and overgrown,
While Martha's parched and weary
Stand in the sun and groan