Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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A VIOLET BANK
It was as if a violet bankWere breathing forth its purple, so profound
And brimming was the beauty, and we drank
In the discourse no meaning, though the sound
Was musical; for if a flower should speak
At its full height and richness of perfume
We could not listen, so on brow and cheek
We rested by the very senses' doom.
An instant, and the perilous charm was gone,
The charm that was even as a prophecy
Of the concentred youth, the happy years,
With all the burthen of unladen tears,
That sometimes, unaware, we find upon
A face that very soon one feels must die.
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