Poems by Themis

Moon-flower

(Consecration)

In the dark hid grots the moon-seed dreams,

And secretly unfolds to bloom,

Feeding upon the purple streams

And blood-red saps of earth and doom.

Gathering and transmuting all

To one immaculate flame-white,

It flowers beneath your loved foot-fall,

The moon-flower of the heart's delight.

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