green-lipp'd

Updated: June 10, 2025

Nothing, only an old echo in my ears, only all manner of strange scenes from my wretched past life before my eyes in a dim, far-off manner: then at last, slowly, without effort, I heard what she sang. "Christ keep the Hollow Land All the summer-tide; Still we cannot understand Where the waters glide; Only dimly seeing them Coldly slipping through Many green-lipp'd cavern mouths.

William Morris - The Hollow Land