In telling way

& O how quiet sundays past away
When by that little gravel brook we lay
Where milking maidens on its shelving brink
Feared soiling clothes by kneeling down to drink
I sipt from out their hands in telling way
& seemed to make it more sense to stay
O how I long to see that pleasant place
& meet the welcome of each pleasant face
(fragment, from ‘The Wish’)

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