CLIMBING SWEET-PEA
The salmon-tinted sweet-pea lies
Round the foundations of your home,
And there are purple wings and mauve
And creamy shades, and white as foam,
And rosy pink. I think some night,
So are they quivering for their flight,
Round the foundations of your home,
And there are purple wings and mauve
And creamy shades, and white as foam,
And rosy pink. I think some night,
So are they quivering for their flight,
They will rise on the cords of green,
These fragile, lovely tendrilled things,
And bear your house away with them
Upon a thousand perfumed wings,
Upward and upward till they find
The slow brown earth is left behind.
These fragile, lovely tendrilled things,
And bear your house away with them
Upon a thousand perfumed wings,
Upward and upward till they find
The slow brown earth is left behind.
There will they set your little house
So, when you lean to look for me,
Across the lintel, only sky
And paths of stars your eyes will see.
Oh, beg the flowers to leave a rope
Of stems for me, that I may hope
So, when you lean to look for me,
Across the lintel, only sky
And paths of stars your eyes will see.
Oh, beg the flowers to leave a rope
Of stems for me, that I may hope
To tie my heart upon the end
That straggles nearest to the earth.
My heart is such a human thing,
In Heaven, it must be little worth;
But you, secure all need above,
May want a little human love.
That straggles nearest to the earth.
My heart is such a human thing,
In Heaven, it must be little worth;
But you, secure all need above,
May want a little human love.
