 | Uncollected verses by Francis Thompson |  |
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RAN A RILLET, CHILL AT BOSOM
Ran a rillet, chill at bosom,
Wrinkling over mossy buds,
While all nature, warm and woosome,
Drowsed amid the great dumb woods.
Wrinkling over mossy buds,
While all nature, warm and woosome,
Drowsed amid the great dumb woods.
Shrill and fresh a rillet folden
Wrinkled over mossy buds,
While all nature love-enholden
Slumbered in the great dumb woods.
Wrinkled over mossy buds,
While all nature love-enholden
Slumbered in the great dumb woods.
Welled a water, cold and mazy,
Sliding over mossy buds,
While all nature lay love-lazy,
Slumbrous in the great dumb woods.
Sliding over mossy buds,
While all nature lay love-lazy,
Slumbrous in the great dumb woods.
Curled a runnel cold and cruisèd,
Wimpling over mossy buds,
While all nature, that love oozèd,
Drowsèd in the great dumb woods.
Wimpling over mossy buds,
While all nature, that love oozèd,
Drowsèd in the great dumb woods.
| Uncollected verses by Francis Thompson | |