Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song, Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long. But at my back in a cold blast I hear The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear. See Marvell 556:62.
I dislike burdens?and at my back I often hearTime's winged chariot changing gear. See Marvell 556:62.Eric Robert Linklater
selected by Nanobug 2004 Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, Lady, were no crime. ~ Andrew Marvell