Ether's long bankless streams,
And only know I should drown if you laid not your hand on me.
James Elroy Flecker
48
LINES ON RECEIVING HIS MOTHER'S PICTURE
O that those lips had language! Life has passed
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
Those lips are thine—thy own sweet smiles I see,
The same that oft in childhood solaced me;
Voice only fails, else how distinct they say,