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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

To the Water-Crowfoot

By William Barnes (1801–1886)

O SMALL-FEÄC’D flow’r that now dost bloom,

To stud wi’ white the shallow Frome,

An’ leäve the clote to spread his flow’r

On darksome pools o’ stwoneless Stour,

When sof’ly-rizèn airs do cool

The water in the sheenèn pool,

Thy beds o’ snow white buds do gleam

So feäir upon the sky-blue stream,

As whitest clouds, a-hangèn high

Avore the blueness of the sky.