The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade.
The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill.
One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree: Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he.thomas gray
"O fateful flower beside the rill The Daffodil, the daffodil!"jean ingelow
And in his left he held a basket full Of all sweet herbs that searching eye could cull Wild thyme, and valley-lilies whiter still Than Leda's love, and cresses from the rill.john keats
By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!Reginald Heber