John Gray - On a Picture lyrics

Not pale, as one in sleep or holier d**h, Nor illcontent the lady seems, nor loth To lie in shadow of shrill river growth, So steadfast are the river's arms beneath. Pale petals follow her in very faith, Unmixed with pleasure or regret, and both Her maidly hands look up, in noble sloth To take the blossoms of her scattered wreath. No weakest ripple lives to kiss her throat, Nor dies in meshes of untangled hair; No movement stirs the floor of river moss. Until some furtive glimmer gleam across Voluptuous mouth, where even teeth are bare, And gild the broidery of her petticoat...