Ambergris

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.