PART 1
The Well-Head
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The withered rushes made a flame
Across the marsh of rusty red;
The dreary plover ever came
And sang above the old well-head.
Across the marsh of rusty red;
The dreary plover ever came
And sang above the old well-head.
About it crouch the junipers,
Green-black and dewed with berries white,
And in the grass the water stirs,
Aloud all day, aloud all night.
Green-black and dewed with berries white,
And in the grass the water stirs,
Aloud all day, aloud all night.