 | The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes |  |
XIV. Speaker's Meaning dimly descried.
I know not whetherI see your meaning: if I do, it lies
Upon the wordy wavelets of your voice,
Dim as an evening shadow in a brook,
When the least moon has silver on't no larger
Than the pure white of Hebe's pinkish nail.
| The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | |