“Bubble, bubble, flows the streamLike an old tune through a dream.”Maurice Thompson In Haunts of Bass and Bream.
“When Spring is old, and dewy windsBlow from the south, with odors sweet,I see my love, in shadowy groves,Speed down dark aisles on shining feet.”Maurice Thompson Atalanta’s Race.
“She throws a kiss, and bids me runIn whispers sweet as roses’ breath;I know I can not win the race,And at the end, I know, is death.”Maurice Thompson Atalanta’s Race.