Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HELIOTROPE, by HARRY THURSTON PECK Poet's Biography First Line: Amid the chapel's chequered gloom Last Line: That once she gave the old professor. Subject(s): Heliotropes | ||||||||
AMID the chapel's chequered gloom She laughed with Dora and with Flora, And chattered in the lecture-room, -- That saucy little sophomora! Yet while, as in her other schools, She was a privileged transgressor, She never broke the simple rules Of one particular professor. But when he spoke of varied lore, Paroxytones and modes potential, She listened with a face that wore A look half fond, half reverential. To her that earnest voice was sweet, And though her love had no confessor, Her girlish heart lay at the feet Of that particular professor. And he had learned, among his books That held the lore of ages olden, To watch those ever changing looks, The wistful eyes, the tresses golden, That stirred his pulse with passion's pain And thrilled his soul with soft desire, And bade fond youth return again Crowned with his coronet of fire. Her sunny smile, her winsome ways, Were more to him than all his knowledge, And she preferred his words of praise To all the honors of the college. Yet "What am foolish I to him?" She whispered to her heart's confessor. "She thinks me old and gray and grim," In silence pondered the professor. Yet once when Christmas bells were rung Above ten thousand solemn churches, And swelling anthems grandly sung Pealed through the dim cathedral arches, -- Ere home returning, filled with hope, Softly she stole by gate and gable, And a sweet spray of heliotrope Left on his littered study-table. Nor came she more from day to day Like sunshine through the shadows rifting: Above her grave, far, far away, The ever silent snows were drifting; And those who mourned her winsome face Found in its stead a swift successor And loved another in her place -- All, save the silent old professor. But, in the tender twilight gray, Shut from the sight of carping critic, His lonely thoughts would often stray From Vedic verse and tongues Semitic, Bidding the ghost of vanished hope Mock with its past the sad possessor Of the dead spray of heliotrope That once she gave the old professor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE HELITROPE by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS TO A POT OF HELIOTROPE by ELEANOR G. R. YOUNG EVOLUTION by HARRY THURSTON PECK THE OTHER ONE by HARRY THURSTON PECK WONDERLAND by HARRY THURSTON PECK THE GIRL OF ALL PERIODS; AN IDYLL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 104 by ALFRED TENNYSON A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |
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