Poems
THEME/S
O the dew-dipped delicious drudgery
For red and blue and white and yellow pomps
Reigning with perfect petals over the dust!
Back bent, 1 serve them and on grateful knees
Touch with a mighty worship the frail kings.
One careless finger is their empire's doom—
Yet on my thoughts their pollen strews a blessing
And every breath of scent is a command;
For, each small tuft of quiet colour pricks
A flawless hole in some enormous veil—
A light shoots up and lays bare all my flowers
Tiny and precarious by brief difficult
Thrusting of paradise through clods of clay!
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