 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Was Sun gone up, in His diurnal course,
To undern height, when I awaked from rest:
And o'er wide laund, bedight with golden knops,
And daisies ás the stars, that herding fellowship,
And fleecy multitude, lo, again approach.
The tardy ewes, troop hither with full cuds.
To undern height, when I awaked from rest:
And o'er wide laund, bedight with golden knops,
And daisies ás the stars, that herding fellowship,
And fleecy multitude, lo, again approach.
The tardy ewes, troop hither with full cuds.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |