DESIRE AND FULFILMENT.
Desire.Bonny red rose, thou art sweet, Sweet, yea and beautiful too;With thy fire and thy passionate sweetness, And thy golden heart heavy with dew;But rose, Oh! rose, I have felt, In my heart a mystical truth,That there must be a sweeter and fairer, Than thou, in the garden of Youth.
Oh! golden sunshine aflaming, And wrapping thy bright banner's foldsRound thine idols of sunset enthroned, On towers of purple and gold,Thy splendor of glory and passion, Fill all my soul with a yearning,For the invisible dream of delight, That shadows my heart with its presence,An unspoken, rapturous thrill. What chord of the heart hast thou touched,Oh! magical finger of June, That I who love thee should long,For aught save thy sweetness and bloom.
