23.07.2007, 08:43
ONCE when we walked within a summer field
I plucked the flower of immortality,
And said, "Dear Love of mine, I give to thee
This flower of flowers of all the round year's yield!" '
Twas then thou stood'st, and with one hand didst shield
Thy sun-dazed eyes, and, flinging the other free,
Spurned from thee that white blossom utterly.
But, Love! the immortal cannot so be killed.
The generations shall behold thee stand
Against that western glow in grass dew-wet
Lord of my life, and lady of the land.
Nor maid nor lover shall the world forget,
Nor that disdainful wafture of thy hand.
Thou scornful! sun and flower shall find thee yet.
I plucked the flower of immortality,
And said, "Dear Love of mine, I give to thee
This flower of flowers of all the round year's yield!" '
Twas then thou stood'st, and with one hand didst shield
Thy sun-dazed eyes, and, flinging the other free,
Spurned from thee that white blossom utterly.
But, Love! the immortal cannot so be killed.
The generations shall behold thee stand
Against that western glow in grass dew-wet
Lord of my life, and lady of the land.
Nor maid nor lover shall the world forget,
Nor that disdainful wafture of thy hand.
Thou scornful! sun and flower shall find thee yet.