I may blend in the song I bring;
But the magic that makes life laugh with flowers
Is the love that I cannot sing.




THE WISH FOR A CHAPLET


Vineleaf and rose I would my chaplet make:
I would my word were wine for all men's sake.
Pure from the pressing of the stainless feet
Of unblamed Hours, and for an altar meet.

Vineleaf and rose: I would, had I the art,
Distil, to lasting sweet, Joy's rosy heart,
That no sere autumn should its fragrance wrong,
Closed in the crystal glass of slender song.




SONNETS




THE TORCH-RACE