Down Stream.

Between Holmscote and Hurtscote1
                        
                        The river-reaches wind,2
                        
                        The whispering trees accept the breeze,3
                        
                        The ripple’s cool and kind :4
                        
                        With love low-whispered ‘twixt the shores,5
                        
                        With rippling laughters gay,6
                        
                        With white arms bared to ply the oars,7
                        
                        On last year’s first of May.8
                        Between Holmscote and Hurtscote9
                        
                        The river’s brimmed with rain,10
                        
                        Through close-met banks and parted banks11
                        
                        
                        Now near now far again :12
                        
                        With parting tears caressed to smiles,13
                        
                        With meeting promised soon,14
                        
                        With every sweet vow that beguiles,15
                        
                        On last year’s first of June.16
                        Between Holmscote and Hurtscote17
                        
                        The river’s flecked with foam,18
                        
                        ’Neath shuddering clouds that hang in shrouds19
                        
                        And lost winds wild for home :20
                        
                        With infant wailings at the breast,21
                        
                        With homeless steps astray,22
                        
                        With wanderings shuddering tow’rds one rest,23
                        
                        On this year’s first of May.24
                        Between Holmscote and Hurtscote25
                        
                        The summer river flows26
                        
                        With doubled flight of moons by night27
                        
                        And lilies’ deep repose :28
                        
                        With lo !  beneath the moon’s white stare29
                        
                        A white face not the moon,30
                        
                        With lilies meshed in tangled hair,31
                        
                        On this year’s first of June.32
                        
Between Holmscote and Hurtscote33
                        
                        A troth was given and riven ;34
                        
                        From heart’s trust grew one life to two,35
                        
                        Two lost lives cry to Heaven :36
                        
                        With banks spread calm to meet the sky,37
                        
                        With meadows newly mowed,38
                        
                        The harvest paths of glad July,39
                        
                        The sweet school-children’s road.40
                        A woman and a baby are lying in water. The woman has her arms around the baby. 1/4
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A man and a woman in a row boat. The man has his arms around the woman; his right
                        arm is around her waist and his left arm is
                        around her neck. He is kissing her on the cheek. There are goats in the background.
                        Full-page illustration.