 | Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne |  |
THE SPIREA.
Of all the subtle fires of earth
Which rise in form of spring-time flowers,
Oh, say if aught of purer birth
Is nursed by suns and showers
Which rise in form of spring-time flowers,
Oh, say if aught of purer birth
Is nursed by suns and showers
Than this fair plant, whose stems are bowed
In such lithe curves of maiden grace,
Veiled in white blossoms like a cloud
Of daintiest bridal lace?
In such lithe curves of maiden grace,
Veiled in white blossoms like a cloud
Of daintiest bridal lace?
So rare, so soft, its blossoms seem
Half woven of moonshine's misty bars,
And tremulous as the tender gleam
Of the far Southland stars.
Half woven of moonshine's misty bars,
And tremulous as the tender gleam
Of the far Southland stars.
Perchance—who knows?—some virgin bright,
Some loveliest of the Dryad race,
Pours through these flowers the kindling light
Of her Arcadian face.
Some loveliest of the Dryad race,
Pours through these flowers the kindling light
Of her Arcadian face.
Nor would I marvel overmuch
If from yon pines a wool-god came.
And with a bridegroom's lips should touch
Her conscious heart to flame;
If from yon pines a wool-god came.
And with a bridegroom's lips should touch
Her conscious heart to flame;
While she, revealed at that strange tryst,
In all her mystic beauty glows.
Lifting the cheek her Love had kissed,
Paled like a bridal rose.
In all her mystic beauty glows.
Lifting the cheek her Love had kissed,
Paled like a bridal rose.
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