The Poems of Henry Kendall - With Biographical Note by Bertram Stevens by Henry Kendall
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And when I rested on the brink,
Amongst the fallen flowers, I lay in calm; no leaves were stirred By breath of wind, or wing of bird; It was so still, you might have heard The footfalls of the hours. Faint slumbrous scents of roses filled The air which covered me: My words were low -- "she loved them so, In Eden vales such odours blow: How strange it is that roses grow So near the shores of Sea!" A sweeter fragrance never came Across the Fields of Yore! And when I said -- "we here would dwell," -- A low voice on the silence fell -- "Ah! if you loved the roses well, You loved Aileen the more." "Ay, that I did, and now would turn, And fall and worship her! But Oh, you dwell so far -- so high! One cannot reach, though he may try, The Morning land, and Jasper sky -- The balmy hills of Myrrh. "Why vex me with delicious hints Of fairest face, and rarest blooms; |
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