SPIRIT FLOWERS.TO F. A. E.
BUNCH of flowers was given to me,With scent of the pine and breath of the sea,They came through the air on a cloud to me.Their roots had never been wedded to mould,Their petals were gilt with the sunset gold,I seemed to grasp them, yet could not hold.
For they grew not on earth; nor hill, nor leaHad nursed these flowers given to me,With scent of the pine and breath of the sea.
But at last they floated in mist away,Though they caught their stems on the crown of day,Who was dying in state on a couch of grey.
