Maxioms by John Taylor "the Water Poet"
Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.
Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.
I sit within a helmless bark.
I sit within a helmless bark.
As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
Moves him read more
As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
Moves him to think what kind of bird it is,
That sings so delicately clear, and make
Conjecture of the plumage and the form.
As shines the moon in clouded skies,
She in her poor attire was seen.
As shines the moon in clouded skies,
She in her poor attire was seen.
Better fed than taught.
Better fed than taught.
