Noon lifts a finger to his lips And sweetly hushes All, save where wind or river slips Between the rushes. Upon the grasses of the hill Where we’ve been laid, The heavy-headed lilacs spill …
Noon lifts a finger to his lips And sweetly hushes All, save where wind or river slips Between the rushes. Upon the grasses of the hill Where we’ve been laid, The heavy-headed lilacs spill …