Sweet Rivers

Sweet rivers that from The nippled brasts ah! Breasts So full of Beauty flow And round the world and Earth they lighten and they glow Where drear resides at least To bring a smile they try And joy in part at least To faces dull and wry. Thus unloosed the tongue Of a Poet Seer goes: While a shy satyr in the Bushes hides When I come near The rustlings of his Flight in the bushes hear: Hold! Stop! A glow worm I was going to crush But it lighted at once To send a warning glow My feet stopped slow And I Towards a coppice of Thick trees Where dotted by The nightingales The sweet song will glow. In the night In the night... Time for spells And magic over towns and Cemetries: Fragments of moon Afloating the seas And ocean mains Floating Floating Floating The breasts of the Waters Lighting Coffin of waters Seas and oceans Repose Repose