William Henry Davies,
Foliage — Love and the Muse
(1913)
“ And suckle my sweet dreams, that tug my heart, And whimper to be nourished every hour. Give me that answer now, and then my Muse, That for my sweet life's sake must never die, Will rise like that great wave that leaps and hangs The sea-weed on a vessel's mast-top high. ”
