The nymphs, cold creatures of man's colder brain,
Chilled Nature's streams till man's warm heart was fain
Never to lave its love in them again.
The nymphs, cold creatures of man's colder brain,
Chilled Nature's streams till man's warm heart was fain
Never to lave its love in them again.
Brain rose again, ungloved,
Heart, dying, smiled and faintly said,
"My love to my beloved!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories