So I lie, whose fount of pride, Dear distress, and joy allied,
Is my somber flesh and skin,
With the dark blood dammed within.
An iron hand has stilled the throatsThat throbbed with loud and rhythmic gleeAnd dammed the flood of silver notesThat drenched the world in melody.joyce kilmer
Holland?lies so low they're only saved by being dammed.Honorius of Autun