Annotations METRUM PRAXILLAE STREAM AND POOL MINE is the eddying foam and the broken current. Thine the serene-flowing tide, the unshattered rhythm ; Light touches me on the surface with glints of sunshine. Dives in thy bosom disclosing a mystic river : Ruffling, the wind takes the crest of my waves resurgent. Stretches his pinions at poise on thy even ripples : What is my song but the tumult of chafing forces. What is thy silence. Beloved, but enchanted music ! Book traversal links for Mine is the eddying foam and the broken current ‹ She lies asleep: I, watching, do not dare Up Sweet of my poet how sweet are the eyes, the eye-lids ›
