“From your can of water,
Come boy, drench him,
Splash, splash, splutter, splatter,
Quench him, quench him!”
(Ch. Villiers Stanford in The smith’s song)
Heusden-Zolder (B)
"The old tower shrined in golden light Looks down on the descending sun So gently evening blends with night You scarce could say that day is done." (E. Brontë in Fair sinks the summer evening now) Chertal (B)
“Far away where the soft winds blow
Far away from it all
There is a place you go
Where teardrops fall.”
(Bob Dylan in Where teardrops fall)
Liège-Chênée (B)
“At the round earth’s imagined corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise
From death, you numberless infinities …”
(J. Donne in Holy sonnets)
Seraing (B)