Skip to content

And see that girl, with pitcher on her head,
And clean white apron on her gown of red,—
Her even-song of love is but half-said:
She waits the youngest mower. Now he goes;
Her cheeks are redder than the wild blush-rose:
They climb up where the deepest shadows close.

— Edmund Gosse On Viol and Flute (1873)

Another quote →

More quotes by Edmund Gosse

Canst thou not wait for Love one flying hour
O heart of little faith?

On Viol and Flute (1873)

The high-voiced children trebled clear and cold.

On Viol and Flute (1873)

The enchanted silence of the hours of dew.

New Poems (1879)

What curled and scented sun-girls, almond-eyed,
With lotos-blossoms in their hands and hair.

On Viol and Flute (1873)

Sophocles, the poet loved and feared,
Whose mighty voice once called out of her lair
The Dorian muse severe, with braided hair,
Who loved the thyrsus and wild dances weird.

New Poems (1879)

All Edmund Gosse quotes →

Attribution

Quote text and notes from Wikiquote: Edmund Gosse (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0. Source quality and labels are our own summary of what Wikiquote records.