By a
Welsh mill-race the artist Turner
Is watching the play of light on water
When Sancho and the Don drift by
In a small barque.The Don is speaking;
Sancho, more asleep than not,
Leans against a coiled rope. In those days
You might find anyone on the water;
A few years later Heinrich Heine
Saw Apollo on the Rhine, singing,
And knew immediately that a nun
Had heard that wonderful song
And fled towards it ever after.
Is watching the play of light on water
When Sancho and the Don drift by
In a small barque.The Don is speaking;
Sancho, more asleep than not,
Leans against a coiled rope. In those days
You might find anyone on the water;
A few years later Heinrich Heine
Saw Apollo on the Rhine, singing,
And knew immediately that a nun
Had heard that wonderful song
And fled towards it ever after.
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