“ Its wavelets glittering in their tiny helms! Thick, clustering vines, in many a rich festoon, From the high, rustling branches should depend, Weaving a net through which the sultry noon Might stoop in vain its fiery darts to send. ”
“ Its wavelets glittering in their tiny helms! Thick, clustering vines, in many a rich festoon, From the high, rustling branches should depend, Weaving a net through which the sultry noon Might stoop in vain its fiery darts to send. ”
