AMBERGRIS 
87 
 
 
 
FROM THE STAR AND THE GARTER 
 
Song 
 
Make me a roseleaf with your mouth, 
And I will waft it through the air 
To some far garden of the South, 
The herald of our happening there ! 
 
Fragrant, caressing, steals the breeze ; 
Curls into kisses on your lips :— 
I know interminable seas, 
Winged ardour of the stately ships, 
 
Space of incalculable blue 
And years enwreathed in one close crown, 
And glimmering laughters echoing you 
From reverend shades of bard’s renown :— 
 
Nature alive and glad to hymn 
Your beauty, my delight :  her God 
Weary, his old eyes sad and dim 
In his intolerable abode. 
 
All things that are, unknown and known, 
Bending in homage to your eyes ; 
We wander wondering, lift alone 
The world’s grey load of agonies. 
 
Make me a roseleaf with your mouth, 
That all the savour steal afar 
Unto the sad awaiting South, 
Where sits enthroned the answering Star.