A Maudle-In Ballad
A MAUDLE-IN BALLAD 3563 My lank limp lily, my long lithe lily, My languid lily-love fragile and thin, With dank leaves dangling and flower-flap chilly, That shines like the shin of a Highland gilly; skin! Mottled and moist as a cold toad’s skin! Lustrous and leper-white, splendid and splay! Art thou not Utter and wholly […]
