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THE ABSENT FLOWER
The foxglove now is half asleep,
Forgetful of his gloves;
The woodland bee was warned to flee
An hour ago from honied loves.
Campanulas with cups of blue
Set sideways on a pale green stem
Prepare to pledge in drops of dew
The stars that spend the night with them.
Forgetful of his gloves;
The woodland bee was warned to flee
An hour ago from honied loves.
Campanulas with cups of blue
Set sideways on a pale green stem
Prepare to pledge in drops of dew
The stars that spend the night with them.
Now it were well for thee to stand,
Thy shoulder touching mine,
And cause the pink and rose to think
Their breathing not so sweet as thine;
And prove again the noble care
That Beauty spent in giving thee
Her body and her soul to bear
Across the hills of Time to me.
Thy shoulder touching mine,
And cause the pink and rose to think
Their breathing not so sweet as thine;
And prove again the noble care
That Beauty spent in giving thee
Her body and her soul to bear
Across the hills of Time to me.
Fountain and Fragrance, quickly change
This northland to the south
By trusting here once more the clear
And scarlet girlhood of thy mouth.
Come back! Amid this wealth of bloom
I learn how easily a bower
Of musk and lilies can be gloom
That has not thee, my Flower, in flower!
This northland to the south
By trusting here once more the clear
And scarlet girlhood of thy mouth.
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I learn how easily a bower
Of musk and lilies can be gloom
That has not thee, my Flower, in flower!
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