PERFECTION
FOR me one perfect flower that blows
In wide-eyed radiance to the morn,
One fragrant, golden-hearted rose;
This—
And what care I for stinging thorn?
In wide-eyed radiance to the morn,
One fragrant, golden-hearted rose;
This—
And what care I for stinging thorn?
For me one song, one vibrant cry
From heart to heart with lark-clear note,
One anthem, falling to a lullaby;
This—
Then folded wing and songless throat.
From heart to heart with lark-clear note,
One anthem, falling to a lullaby;
This—
Then folded wing and songless throat.
For me one limpid glass brimmed high
And effervescing like a crystal rhyme,
Yea, one full cup of bubbling ecstacy;
This—
And dregs of memory for all time.
And effervescing like a crystal rhyme,
Yea, one full cup of bubbling ecstacy;
This—
And dregs of memory for all time.
For me one day of throbbing change
Where hope runs eager, out of breath,
One wide-winged flight, one free, far range,
This—
Then life's twin jewel, dim-eyed Death!
Where hope runs eager, out of breath,
One wide-winged flight, one free, far range,
This—
Then life's twin jewel, dim-eyed Death!
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