. Flora . ANGEL & BITTER WATERS In a dense wood, a drear wood, Dark water is flowing;Deep, deep, beyond sounding, A flood ever flowing. There harbours no wild bird,No wanderer strays there ; Wreathed in mist, sheds pale IshtarHer sorrowful rays there. Take thy net; cast thy line ; Manna sweet be thy baiting ;Times desolate ages Shall still find thee w?iting For quick fish to rise there, Or butterfly wooing,Or flowers honeyed beauty, Or wood-pigeon cooing. Inland wellsprings are sweet; But to lips, parched and dry,Salt, salt is the savour Of these ; faint their sigh : Bitter Babylons wa
. Flora . ANGEL & BITTER WATERS In a dense wood, a drear wood, Dark water is flowing;Deep, deep, beyond sounding, A flood ever flowing. There harbours no wild bird,No wanderer strays there ; Wreathed in mist, sheds pale IshtarHer sorrowful rays there. Take thy net; cast thy line ; Manna sweet be thy baiting ;Times desolate ages Shall still find thee w?iting For quick fish to rise there, Or butterfly wooing,Or flowers honeyed beauty, Or wood-pigeon cooing. Inland wellsprings are sweet; But to lips, parched and dry,Salt, salt is the savour Of these ; faint their sigh : Bitter Babylons waters ! Zion, distant and fair !We hanged up our harps On the trees that are there. 19
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