 | Silenus |  |
He turned again. Sitting beside the reeds
He saw a tremble shivering thro' their leaves,
And every leaf became a tongue that talked
In multitudinous whispering. He strove,
But could not understand; and sat, hands clasped,
Agaze and hopeless.
He saw a tremble shivering thro' their leaves,
And every leaf became a tongue that talked
In multitudinous whispering. He strove,
But could not understand; and sat, hands clasped,
Agaze and hopeless.
| Silenus | |