Such as strange orchids give, and hyacinths, 
Among the broken pedestals and plinths 
Where the gray Lords of Time, of Time forgotten, 
Lie in the herbage rotten 
Of the unpeopled forest. 
 
 
V 
 
  SONG !  O amorous and seducing, 
  I see thee as thou soarest, 
So that, the girders of the soul unloosing, 
That Child of you and me, O rose of roses, 
That Child whose life encloses 
Our lives, is therefore I, may wander ever 
By the fritillary-fringéd river, 
Through lotus gardens of the sleepy gods, 
On hills where every timid oread tries 
Blue gentian as disguise 
From holier (though she think profaner) eyes, 
On seas where, it may be, (to even the odds !) 
Each nymph and undine issues from the foam 
Armed with a pearly mirror and with a coral comb 
To tire her beauty, lure me to the lakes 
Of light where strikes the day to hyaline floors 
Whereon blithe fish and emerald water snakes 
Play all the day, and all their innocence adores 
Is some old anchor with its rusty flakes 
Fallen from God knows what forgotten ship. 
6 
O