
The Water Nymphs by Ellis Parker Butler
They hide in the brook when I seek to draw nearer,
Laughing amain when I feign to depart;
Often I hear them, now faint and now clearer—
Innocent bold or so sweetly discreet.
Are they Nymphs of the Stream at their playing
Or but the brook I mistook for a voice?
Little care I; for, despite harsh Time’s flaying,
Brook voice or Nymph voice still makes me rejoice.
Enjoy! Please remember that I am still running blog candy for anyone who takes part in last weeks Fridays Fable, open until 1 August, there have only been two entries so far, so you stand a good chance!
4 comments:
ooooooooooooooooh lovely ~i feel relaxed already!! i love monet as well ,just love his "garden" paintings!!
have started to make my card today for last weeks fable!!
vanessa xx
This inspiration is beautiful...its just a shame nothing is working for me at the mo. Keep coming up against a brick wall! Hugs Em.x
very neat.. Love it
Lovely poem and pic again! I really must get more poetry on my blog.
Heather xx
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