A Stagnant pleasure like a Pool
That lets it’s Rushes grow
Until they heedless tumble in
And make the Water slow
Impeding navigation bright
Of Shadows going down
Yet even this shall rouse itself
When Freshets come along –
A Stagnant pleasure like a Pool
That lets it’s Rushes grow
Until they heedless tumble in
And make the Water slow
Impeding navigation bright
Of Shadows going down
Yet even this shall rouse itself
When Freshets come along –