Destroyers and Other Verses/Grey Flowed the River, High up in the Sky
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Grey flowed the river, high up in the sky
Flocculent clouds hung silver-grey:
Cool and clean the wind went by
With a scent of spring, when you and I
Made holiday.
Flocculent clouds hung silver-grey:
Cool and clean the wind went by
With a scent of spring, when you and I
Made holiday.
You found an inn where the river's bow
Encloses a garden of sandy weeds;
And a ferryman's boat plies to and fro
From bank to bank, and kingcups glow
In the yellow reeds.
Encloses a garden of sandy weeds;
And a ferryman's boat plies to and fro
From bank to bank, and kingcups glow
In the yellow reeds.
We climbed the wood to an open space
And looked on a valley clothed in green,
With a poplar fringe of orange lace;
No drifting shadow marred the face
Of that happy scene.
And looked on a valley clothed in green,
With a poplar fringe of orange lace;
No drifting shadow marred the face
Of that happy scene.
We watched the horizontal light
Of the sunset silver each shallow pool—
And wondered, at home in the city that night
Was ever a day of rich delight
So calm and cool.
Of the sunset silver each shallow pool—
And wondered, at home in the city that night
Was ever a day of rich delight
So calm and cool.