Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
 |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
|
AGE OF GOLD |
 | Wild honey from various thyme |  |
193
AGE OF GOLD
Even as Nelson is the very springOf joy to England, so that her allies,
Passing the column of his victories
Salute it, bowing low as to a king—
So his blue eyes burn to this sea-faring
And island people, as the very eyes
They stare with at the unmirrored distances—
My spirit, clear before me, triumphing,
Thou art. Oh, had I but thy courage fine!
Thou making of thyself one ardour bright,
Profuse and constant, of no fear gav'st sign,
Assuming thy Belovèd must requite
Thy mystical, great heart. And, thy days told
Are, as my years should count, one age of gold.
| Wild honey from various thyme | |