"Thymy" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... were young And he was old, and so we gave it up; And the sun went into the west, and down Upon the water stooped an orange cloud, And the pale milky reaches flushed, as glad To wear its colors; and the sultry air Went out to sea, and puffed the sails of ships With thymy wafts, the breath of trodden grass: It took moreover music, for across The heather belt and over pasture land Came the sweet monotone of one slow bell, And parted time into divisions rare, Whereof each morsel brought its ...
— Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume I. • Jean Ingelow |
