Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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A BACCHIC THEATRE |
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A BACCHIC THEATRE
There is a spot given of a god to beA tiny, silvan theatre—a seat;
Most common flowers are growing at our feet,
Wild thyme and little tufts of barberry,
With shoots of willow herb: in tragedy
We flung them earthy on the stream to meet,
To hallow our lost dead: but now we greet
A tomb, fair as the tomb of Semele
Drest fragrant with the vine, to life we spring;
We grow, increase in happiness; the air
Is twinkling of itself: we have in sight
The solemn fir-trees thickening up the height;
We have the exultation, the despair,
And all the lonesomeness of love to sing.
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