09.05.2012, 19:51
Alfred George Stephens
1865 – 1933 Australien
For Alice, In Autumn
Alice sits weeping in the garden chair.
Yet Love had poured for us a rosy chalice
That spills, alas! in ruin ... 'tis by malice
Of some sly deity who harbours there!
And as I stand, "Ah, please to go!" the fair
Sentinel lily hears, who bends her calice
Over the garden chair and weeping Alice.
Yet going, "Do not-leave-me!" thrills the air.
Wondering, I watch a sad cloud hide the sun:
A cloud - a mood-hint for a lover's part!
I'll clasp the soft hand by the lily sleeping.
It clings! A sudden ray gleams in the dun,
And leaps down gulfs of space to light my heart
Where, in the garden chair, Alice smiles weeping.
1865 – 1933 Australien
For Alice, In Autumn
Alice sits weeping in the garden chair.
Yet Love had poured for us a rosy chalice
That spills, alas! in ruin ... 'tis by malice
Of some sly deity who harbours there!
And as I stand, "Ah, please to go!" the fair
Sentinel lily hears, who bends her calice
Over the garden chair and weeping Alice.
Yet going, "Do not-leave-me!" thrills the air.
Wondering, I watch a sad cloud hide the sun:
A cloud - a mood-hint for a lover's part!
I'll clasp the soft hand by the lily sleeping.
It clings! A sudden ray gleams in the dun,
And leaps down gulfs of space to light my heart
Where, in the garden chair, Alice smiles weeping.