A great philosopher did choke
With laughing at a jest he broke.
A great philosopher did choke
With laughing at a jest he broke.
“The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams;
There was no sound amid the sacred boughs.
Nor any mournful music in her streams:
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the yearly slain,
And wept, and weep until she come again.”
Frederic Manning | “Korè”