. Fragments and flashes of thought . charms not all may know— Only when caught in Loves bright meshThen they their lusciousness will show— O lush as pomegranate juice And sweet as honey of the rose— Poems 497 I munch them—and their flavor choose When steeped in many woes—For they have magic all to kill Save Love that freshens in their thrill—So all may know not her lush cherry-lips Save he who from her love forever sips! XXXIV. THE ROSE HATH LEFT. The rose hath left— And put a cleftWithin the perfect rondure of my thoughts. And I am grieving— For she was dear— Wept many a tearFor me who presse
. Fragments and flashes of thought . charms not all may know— Only when caught in Loves bright meshThen they their lusciousness will show— O lush as pomegranate juice And sweet as honey of the rose— Poems 497 I munch them—and their flavor choose When steeped in many woes—For they have magic all to kill Save Love that freshens in their thrill—So all may know not her lush cherry-lips Save he who from her love forever sips! XXXIV. THE ROSE HATH LEFT. The rose hath left— And put a cleftWithin the perfect rondure of my thoughts. And I am grieving— For she was dear— Wept many a tearFor me who pressed her to my heart— Without deceiving! Xow she is gone— So Im alone—With sweetest memories in my mind, With all her kisses Yet warm and fresh, Her rosy fleshUnder my lingering fingers then— And tender blisses. 498 Poems The rose hath left— And put a cleftWithin the harmonious rondure of my soul. And she is weeping! Weeping for me So silentlyThat all her distant tears I feel— My loss are steeping. (1892). Poems 499 THE CRUELTY OF MONEY. A SHORT BALLAD. (Let money alone, when Love comes laden zvith flowers—(Loves voice must lawful prove, thro all of lifes fair hoars!) There dwelled a loyal man, so fair to see—He loved a lass in years when the almond-blooms fall to the ground—They swore sweet troth—and were to marriedbeNext season a month with song to cheer andmerry wedlock sound.(Let money alone, when love is at heart,and constancy smiles!) But came a day, when his coffers grew slimand tight—He had to forego the near bliss to wreathethe orange-garland fair;He tried amain to regain his treasure—but nomain and mightWould show him to affluence—he soon fellprone before despair!(Loves voice should join two lovers mayhe be poor or nay the whiles!) 500 P o e m s They said he should wait to wed till his pursegrew heavy again—But he loved her so well, he could not bearthe torture to live a year—So one day he despaired—and freed himself ofal
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