LOW-ANCHORED cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain-head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream-drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom the daisied banks and violets And in whose fenny labyrinth The bittern booms and heron wades; Spirit of lakes and seas and rivers, -- Bear only perfumes and the scent Of healing herbs to just men's fields. |