Windermere (verse)
Zabel, Morton
'Windermere (Lake Legend) The spirit still surrenders here Its constant ardor. Here was sung The haunted music, deathless, clear, Of poets desolate and young. But even waters now conceal The...
...But even waters now conceal The lovely forms which once arose, And even brooding hills must feel Stilled ecstasy, the strange repose...
...Exulting hearts are stricken dumb And know what other lips have said...
...The waters' voices will not come— Oh, are they with the poets dead ? Some hidden mystery stills them there As ashes veil a lovelier Thames, About the rocks they've caught their hair Or they are bound by lily stems...
...Morton Zabel...
Vol. 5 • March 1927 • No. 20
