The boatmen are singing Along the still waters, While a weed-strung tugboat Shakes off her vices. Still colors cling to the grappling grasp And the fish leap higher. Ah, lovely sunlight!
- Ezra Pound
The boatmen are singing Along the still waters, While a weed-strung tugboat Shakes off her vices. Still colors cling to the grappling grasp And the fish leap higher. Ah, lovely sunlight!