An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry/The Yellow Flowers
THE YELLOW FLOWERS
The meadow of Death grows sere in the gloom,
The land is athrob with the lute of Doom;
Someone a blossom asunder strips,
And presses it close to the feverish lips.
The aged folk are on the brink,
And in sips their wine they drink;
Upon their locks the moon-light rests,
On withered skin and drooping breasts.
Still may they tarry for a space,
And still to something turn their face.
Still to the Field they will not go.
The yellow blossoms rustle low,—
They will not die. They answer "No."
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929. The longest-living author of this work died in 1970, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 53 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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