Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By Grace AthertonDennen1735 Gold-of-Ophir Roses
O
Flushed with life’s ecstasy,
Before whose golden glow the poppy pales
And yields her sovereignty!
Has felt the sun’s hot kiss.
Thy creamy petals falling half apart
Quiver with recent bliss.
He woos with fierce delight;
And thy glad soul, half faint with his caress,
Yet glories in his might.
Rich incense of thy love,
And mystic lights, an opalescence rare,
Play round thee from above
S
Sun-wooed and revelling in eager life,
Till all the shadowed fragrance of the ways
With thy rich bloom and glowing tints is rife.
A note of music with a minor strain,
A heart of gold where crimson wounds appear,
Thou breathest all love’s sweetness and its pain.
Thou palest with thine own intensity.
Ah, Passion’s child, thou art most truly blest,
To bloom one perfect day, and then to die.