And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, The mill cannot grind With the water that is past. — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
Listen to the Water-Mill: Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hours away! Languidly the Autumn wind Stirs the forest leaves, From the field the reapers sing Binding up their sheaves: And a proverb haunts… — Sarah Doudney Copy Share Image
