velvet-shorn

Updated: May 29, 2025

Here the river, crazy with delight, seems to lose its head and goes meandering about, poking its nose up backwaters, creeping across meadows, flooding limpid shallows, mirroring oaks and willows upside down, surging up as if to sweep away a velvet-shorn lawn, only to pour itself its united self into an open-mouthed lock, and so on to a saner life in a level stretch beyond.

Francis Hopkinson Smith - The Parthenon By Way Of Papendrecht