#thyrsis

William Russell Flint (1880-1969), ''The Scholar Gipsy & Thyrsis'' by Matthew Arnold, 1912 Source

Where are the mowers, who, as the tiny swellOf our boat passing heaved the river-grass,Stood with suspended scythe to see us pass?-They all are gone, and thou art gone as well!Thyrsis (Matthew Arnold)

"Runs it not here, the track by Childsworth Farm,     Past the high wood, to where the elm-tree crowns         The hill behind whose ridge the sunset flames?     The signal-elm, that looks on Ilsley Downs,         The Vale, the three lone weirs, the youthful Thames?--             This winter-eve is warm,     Humid the air! leafless, yet soft as spring,        The tender purple spray on copse and briers!        And that sweet city with her dreaming spires,     She needs not June for beauty's heightening..." — Matthew Arnold, Thyrsis