Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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MINTHA
Dusk Mintha, purple-eyed, I love thy story—Where was the grove,
Beneath what alder-strand, or poplar hoary
Did silent Hades look to thee of love?
Mute wert thou, ever mute, nor did'st thou start
Affrighted from thy doom, but in thy heart
Did'st bury deep thy god. Persephone
Passed thee by slowly on her way to hell;
And seeing Death so sore beloved of thee
She sighed, and not in anger wrought the spell
Fixed thee a plant
Of low, close blossom, of supprest perfume,
And leaves that pant
Urgent as if from spices of a tomb.
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