Explore "First Praise" by William Carlos Williams on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Lady of dusk wood fastnesses, / Thou art my Lady.
I have known the crisp splintering leaf-tread with thee on before, / White, slender through green saplings; / I have lain by thee on the grey forest floor / Beside thee, my Lady.
Lady of rivers strewn with stones, / Only thou art my Lady.
Where thousand the freshets are crowded like peasants to a fair; / Clear skinned, wild from seclusion, / They jostle white armed down the tent-bordered thoroughfare / Praising my Lady.