<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trehill Well</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There stood a low and ivied roof,<br>As gazing rustics tell,<br>In times of chivalry and song<br>'Yclept the holy well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above the ivies' branchlets gray<br>In glistening clusters shone;<br>While round the base the grass-blades bright<br>And spiry foxglove sprung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brambles clung in graceful bands,<br>Chequering the old gray stone<br>With shining leaflets, whose bright face<br>In autumn's tinting shone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around the fountain's eastern base<br>A babbling brooklet sped,<br>With sleepy murmur purling soft<br>Adown its gravelly bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the cell the filmy ferns<br>To woo the clear wave bent;<br>And cushioned mosses to the stone<br>Their quaint embroidery lent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fountain's face lay still as glass-<br>Save where the streamlet free<br>Across the basin's gnarled lip<br>Flowed ever silently.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above the well a little nook<br>Once held, as rustics tell,<br>All garland-decked, an image of<br>The Lady of the Well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They tell of tales of mystery,<br>Of darkling deeds of woe;<br>But no! such doings might not brook<br>The holy streamlet's flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh tell me not of bitter thoughts,<br>Of melancholy dreams,<br>By that fair fount whose sunny wall<br>Basks in the western beams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When last I saw that little stream,<br>A form of light there stood,<br>That seemed like a precious gem,<br>Beneath that archway rude:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as I gazed with love and awe<br>Upon that sylph-like thing,<br>Methought that airy form must be<br>The fairy of the spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Helston, 1835.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Kingsley">Charles Kingsley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355154" data-title="Trehill Well de Charles Kingsley" data-description="There stood a low and ivied roof, As gazing rustics tell, In times of chivalry and song 'Yclept the holy well. Above the ivies' branchlets gray In glistening clusters shone; While round the base the grass-blades bright And spiry foxglove sprung. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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