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!