Poems (Kimball)/Heliotrope
HELIOTROPE.
SWEETEST, sweetest Heliotrope!
In the sunset's dying splendor,
In the trance of twilight tender,
All my senses I surrender
To the subtle spells that bind me:
The dim air swimmeth in my sight
With visions vague of soft delight;
Shadowy hands with endless chain
Of purple-clustered bloom enwind me;
Garlands drenched in dreamy rain
Of perfume passionate as sorrow
And sad as Love's to-morrow!
Bewildering music fills mine ears—
Faint laughter and commingling team—
Flowing like delicious pain
Through my drowsy brain.
Bosomed in the blissful gloom
Meseems I sink on slumberous slope
Buried deep in purple bloom,
Sweetest, sweetest Heliotrope!
In the sunset's dying splendor,
In the trance of twilight tender,
All my senses I surrender
To the subtle spells that bind me:
The dim air swimmeth in my sight
With visions vague of soft delight;
Shadowy hands with endless chain
Of purple-clustered bloom enwind me;
Garlands drenched in dreamy rain
Of perfume passionate as sorrow
And sad as Love's to-morrow!
Bewildering music fills mine ears—
Faint laughter and commingling team—
Flowing like delicious pain
Through my drowsy brain.
Bosomed in the blissful gloom
Meseems I sink on slumberous slope
Buried deep in purple bloom,
Sweetest, sweetest Heliotrope!