Southern garland . the seas fall eastward in liquid the sea-lakes face such a gleam is cast. That it lies on the earth, in the days red close. Like the quivering leaf of a heavenly rose. All the seas to eastward move silver sweet In a floating shroud by the moonbeams made; All the westward skylands their lights have laidOn the lake that lies at the sunsets feet; And betw^een the shroud and the golden lands Is a narrowing pathway of surf-swept sands. But in winter eves, when the sun is not. And the moon is buried in mist and the sea, unlit, is a moaning shroud OrCdtnS For the
Southern garland . the seas fall eastward in liquid the sea-lakes face such a gleam is cast. That it lies on the earth, in the days red close. Like the quivering leaf of a heavenly rose. All the seas to eastward move silver sweet In a floating shroud by the moonbeams made; All the westward skylands their lights have laidOn the lake that lies at the sunsets feet; And betw^een the shroud and the golden lands Is a narrowing pathway of surf-swept sands. But in winter eves, when the sun is not. And the moon is buried in mist and the sea, unlit, is a moaning shroud OrCdtnS For the bones of the dead that the sea-waves rot, in flower. On the narrow shore between sea and lakeBoils an ocean of sea-foam and billow-breafc. In the far sad sky not a rose is blown. Not a fleeting gleam in the grey-bound west,Not a mirrored glow^ on the lakelets breast, And no light w^here the waves round the north cragsmoan;But the cold sea creeps on the narrow the shroud has enveloped the golden lands. ^. ILLUSION. H, garden, garden! Yes, or sleeping, or passed or passing The secret gateways of Deaths domain,My heart shall haunt thee for joy thou lostme J My soul shall search thee for vanishedpain. Oh, garden, garden! The gate is closed,And locked and barred with an ivys tendrils Till none can see where the door was set,And all forget that this waste was garden : But I, w^aste place, I do not forget. Oh, garden, garden! The early morningThrows tender green on your yellow^ grasses. But lark, and lilac, and rose are white queen cactus is chained with ivy,Thou art too large and too late, kind sun! A sun there w^as that was small and near,A flower and sun that could bloom and shine When all the garden was life was lonely, and w^ork was worthless. It sank, dear garden! and our suns set. And now I w^onder if lark and lilac. And gleaming cactus, and white pear-blossom, Were ever shining in these grey were her whispers the gay la
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