Such tiny trees o'ershadowed
By crimson roses tall,
And lastly, in one corner,
A sprig of heartsease small.
By crimson roses tall,
And lastly, in one corner,
A sprig of heartsease small.
You work such dainty patterns
Of bright-winged butterflies,
Fantastic birds whose plumage
Is of a hundred dyes,
And lovers' knots entwining
Of palest pink and blue,
But ere you've finished, sweetheart,
Oh, work a Heart's-ease, too.
Of bright-winged butterflies,
Fantastic birds whose plumage
Is of a hundred dyes,
And lovers' knots entwining
Of palest pink and blue,
But ere you've finished, sweetheart,
Oh, work a Heart's-ease, too.
THE MOORS AT NANTUCKET
FOR K.C.B.
That evening before we started
From Sconset, the afterglow
Was like fiery-hearted opals
That are brought from Mexico.
From Sconset, the afterglow
Was like fiery-hearted opals
That are brought from Mexico.
For the sea was of darkest cobalt
From your friend's porch looking down,
Though it churned into molten garnet
Where the red rock-mosses drown.
From your friend's porch looking down,
Though it churned into molten garnet
Where the red rock-mosses drown.
And the great hydrangeas growing
On the windy cottage lawn
Were purple and madder-tinted
By the hour we must be gone.
On the windy cottage lawn
Were purple and madder-tinted
By the hour we must be gone.
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