Two Loves (part one)
Two Loves (part one)
I dreamed I stood upon a little hill,
And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed
Like a waste garden, flowering at its will
With buds and blossoms. There were white lilies
A few, and crocuses and violets
purple or pale, snake-like fritillaries
Scarce seen for the rand grass, and through green nets
Blue eyes of shy peryence winked in the sun
And there were curious flowers, before unknown
Flowers that were stained with moonlight or with shades
Of Nature's willful moods; and here a one
That had drunk the transitory tone
Of one brief moment in a sunset; blades
Of grass that in a hundred springs had been
Slowly but exquisitely nurtured by the stars
And watered with the scented dew long cupped
In lilies, that for rays of sun had seen
Only God's glory, for never a sunrise mars
The luminous air of Heaven. Beyond, abrupt,
A grey stone wall. O'ergrown with velvet moss
Uprose; and gazing I stood long all mazed
To see a place so strange, so sweet, so fair
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