Thinkest in thy darksome thinking:
Sweet it was upon the meadows,
Blithe it was with birds and woodlands,
Good beside the lake’s clear waters,
Warm that bathing in the sunlight,—
Yet best is it on this bosom.
[To be continued.]
Thinkest in thy darksome thinking:
Sweet it was upon the meadows,
Blithe it was with birds and woodlands,
Good beside the lake’s clear waters,
Warm that bathing in the sunlight,—
Yet best is it on this bosom.
[To be continued.]