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 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
THE DISPUTE.
The Grass.I felt upon me, as she passed, her feet.
The Beech.
'Neath my green shade she sheltered from the heat.
A Rose.
She plucked me as she passed, and in her breast
Wore me, and I was to her beauty prest.
The Wind.
And now ye lie neglected, withering fast,
And the grass withers too, and when have pass'd
These golden summer days, O Beech, no more
She 'll sit beneath thy shade; but I endure,
To kiss her when I will; so more than ye
Am I made blest in my felicity.
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |