 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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GORIAS
In Gorias are gems,
And pale gold,
Shining diadems
Gathered of old
From the long fragrant hair
Of dead beautiful queens.
And pale gold,
Shining diadems
Gathered of old
From the long fragrant hair
Of dead beautiful queens.
There the reaper gleans
Vast opals of white air:
The dawn leans
Upon emerald there:
Out of the dust of kings
The sunrise lifts a cloud of shimmering wings.
Vast opals of white air:
The dawn leans
Upon emerald there:
Out of the dust of kings
The sunrise lifts a cloud of shimmering wings.
In Gorias of the East
My love was born,
Erias dowered with a sword
And the treasures of the Morn—
But now all the red gems
And the pale gold
Are as the trampled diadems
Of the queens of old
In Gorias the pale-gold.
My love was born,
Erias dowered with a sword
And the treasures of the Morn—
But now all the red gems
And the pale gold
Are as the trampled diadems
Of the queens of old
In Gorias the pale-gold.
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Have I once heard the least,
But the least breath, again?
No: my love is no more fain
Of Gorias of the East.
Erias hath sheathed this sword
Long, long ago.
My heart is old...
Though in Gorias are gems
And pale gold.
But the least breath, again?
No: my love is no more fain
Of Gorias of the East.
Erias hath sheathed this sword
Long, long ago.
My heart is old...
Though in Gorias are gems
And pale gold.
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