The man of Uz, and other poems | ||
Like twin streamlets had they been, from one quiet fountain flowing,
Stealing on through fringed margins anon playfully diverging,
Yet to each other as they wander'd, sending messages through whispering reeds,
Then returning and entwining joyously, with their cool chrystalline arms.
Stealing on through fringed margins anon playfully diverging,
Yet to each other as they wander'd, sending messages through whispering reeds,
Then returning and entwining joyously, with their cool chrystalline arms.
The man of Uz, and other poems | ||