THE HUMMING BIRD
A flash
Of bronze, a whir
Of tingling emerald
And from that wounded rose the slow
Leaves fall.
Of bronze, a whir
Of tingling emerald
And from that wounded rose the slow
Leaves fall.
THE APPLE
"Its seeds
Burn on my lips.
Nor fig nor musky plum
Nor berry half so fiercely sweet,"
Quoth Eve.
Burn on my lips.
Nor fig nor musky plum
Nor berry half so fiercely sweet,"
Quoth Eve.
DRAGON-FLIES
Sapphire
And amethyst
They link above the pool
Such fragile love-rings shattered by
A breath.
And amethyst
They link above the pool
Such fragile love-rings shattered by
A breath.
MARY STUART
A ring—
A casket carved
With fleur-de-lis—and of
The world's Red Lily nothing more
Than these?
A casket carved
With fleur-de-lis—and of
The world's Red Lily nothing more
Than these?
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