River Roses by D.H. Lawrence — Read

BY the Isar, in the twilight / We were wandering and singing, / By the Isar, in the evening / We climbed the huntsman's ladder and sat / swinging / In the fir-tree overlooking the marshes, / While river met with river, and the ringing / Of their pale-green glacier water filled the evening.

By the Isar, in the twilight / We found the dark wild roses / Hanging red at the river; and simmering / Frogs were singing, and over the river closes / Was savour of ice and of roses; and glimmering / Fear was abroad. We whispered: "No one / knows us. / Let it be as the snake disposes / Here in this simmering marsh."

KLOSTER SCHAEFTLARN