Poems (Forrest)/Climbing sweet-pea
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,
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 findThe 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 ropeOf 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.
Always when morning comes I look Across the space of grass and dewFor that peaked roof, that small red door, That is my best beloved view;Always I yearn to ease my frightLest you were blown to God last night
Upon the mounting wings of flowers! Sweet-pea all ivory and foamAnd mauve and pink that cluster close Round the foundations of your home—They are to me such pulsing things,So ready to be turned to wings.