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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339829" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Basket of Flowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Dawn to Dusk<br> <br>DAWN<br> <br>ON skies still and starlit<br>White lustres take hold,<br>And grey flushes scarlet,<br>And red flashes gold.<br> <br>And sun-glories cover<br>The rose, shed above her,<br>Like lover and lover<br>They flame and unfold.<br> <br>. . . . . . .<br> <br>Still bloom in the garden<br>Green grass-plot, fresh lawn,<br>Though pasture lands harden<br>And drought fissures yawn.<br>While leaves not a few fall,<br>Let rose-leaves for you fall<br>Leaves pearl-strung with dew-fall,<br>And gold shot with dawn.<br> <br>Does the grass-plot remember<br>The fall of your feet<br>In Autumn's red ember<br>When drought leagues with heat,<br>When the last of the roses<br>Despairingly closes<br>In the lull that reposes<br>Ere storm winds wax fleet ?<br> <br>Love's melodies languish<br>In 'Chastelard's' strain,<br>And 'Abelard's' anguish<br>Is love's pleasant pain !<br>And 'Sappho' rehearses<br>Love's blessings and curses<br>In passionate verses<br>Again and again.<br> <br>And I !—I have heard of<br>All these long ago,<br>Yet never one word of<br>Their song-lore I know ;<br>Not under my finger<br>In songs of the singer<br>Love's litanies linger,<br>Love's rhapsodies flow.<br> <br>Fresh flowers in a basket—<br>An offering to you—<br>Though you did not ask it,<br>Unbidden I strew ;<br>With heat and drought striving<br>Some blossoms still living<br>May render thanksgiving<br>For dawn and for dew.<br> <br>The garlands I gather,<br>The rhymes I string fast,<br>Are hurriedly rather<br>Then heedlessly cast.<br>Yon tree's shady awning<br>Is short'ning, and warning,<br>Far spent is the morning,<br>And I must ride fast.<br> <br>Songs empty, yet airy,<br>I've striven to write,<br>For failure, dear Mary !<br>Forgive me—Good-night !<br>Songs and flowers may beset you,<br>I can only regret you,<br>While the soil where I met you<br>Recedes from my sight.<br> <br>For the sake of past hours,<br>For the love of old times,<br>Take 'A Basket of Flowers,'<br>And a bundle of rhymes ;<br>Though all the bloom perish<br>E'en your hand can cherish,<br>While churlish and bearish<br>The verse-jingle chimes.<br> <br>And Eastward by Nor'ward<br>Looms sadly my track,<br>And I must ride forward,<br>And still I look back,—<br>Look back—Ah, how vainly !<br>For while I see plainly,<br>My hands on the reins lie<br>Uncertain and slack.<br> <br>The warm wind breathes strong breath,<br>The dust dims mine eye,<br>And I draw one long breath,<br>And stifle one sigh.<br>Green slopes softly shaded,<br>Have flitted and faded—<br>My dreams flit as they did—<br>Good-night !—and—Good-bye !<br> <br>. . . . . . .<br> <br>DUSK<br> <br>Lost rose ! end my story !<br>Dead core and dry husk—<br>Departed thy glory<br>And tainted thy musk.<br>Night spreads her dark limbs on<br>The face of the dim sun,<br>So flame fades to crimson<br>And crimson to dusk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adam+Lindsay+Gordon">Adam Lindsay Gordon</a><div class=q>
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DAWN
 
ON skies still and starlit
White lustres take hold,
And grey flushes scarlet,
And red flashes gold.
 
And sun-glories cover
The rose, shed above her,
Like lover and lover
They flame and unfold.
 
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