Fountains that frisk and sprinkle br The moss they overspill; br Pools that the breezes crinkle; br The wheel beside the mill, br With its wet, weedy frill; br Wind-shadows in the wheat; br A water-cart in the street; br The fringe of foam that girds br An islet's ferneries; br A green sky's minor thirds - br To live, I think of these! br br Of ice and glass the tinkle, br Pellucid, silver-shrill; br Peaches without a wrinkle; br Cherries and snow at will, br From china bowls that fill br The senses with a sweet br Incuriousness of heat; br A melon's dripping sherds; br Cream-clotted strawberries; br Dusk dairies set with curds - br To live, I think of these! br br Vale-lily and periwinkle; br Wet stone-crop on the sill; br The look of leaves a-twinkle br With windlets clear and still; br The feel of a forest rill br That wimples fresh and fleet br About one's naked feet; br The muzzles of drinking herds; br Lush flags and bulrushes; br The chirp of rain-bound birds - br To live, I think of these! br br Envoy br br Dark aisles, new packs of cards, br Mermaidens' tails, cool swards, br Dawn dews and starlit seas, br White marbles, whiter words - br To live, I think of these!br br William Ernest Henleybr br