First Line: BURNED INTO PARCHMENT, SUNG IN A BROOK Last Line: FOR THE VIRGINAL GARLAND OF SPRING. Subject(s): BROOKS; SPRING; STREAMS; CREEKS;
Burned into parchment, sung in a brook, Body of it, breath of it.. In an old, old book Yesterday I found the song That the night-shards filtered through my tongue— And tomorrow.. another bright brow will wear it For the virginal garland of Spring.
