Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IN DELIGHT AT A BOX OF ROSES SENT FROM LEICESTER TO LONDON, JULY 1918, by THOMAS STURGE MOORE


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IN DELIGHT AT A BOX OF ROSES SENT FROM LEICESTER TO LONDON, JULY 1918, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Tender dawns peep from under night's gray cowl
Last Line: Her heart grew light enough to think of me.
Alternate Author Name(s): Moore, T. Sturge
Subject(s): Flowers; Gifts & Giving; Roses


TENDER dawns peep from under night's gray cowl
As from hard buds, pink, crimson, yellow, white,
Their indolent yet lavish-souled avowal
Each day advances;..loving, trusting light,
Ripening towards that gorgeous disarray
When petals loll and slide to languid heaps;
For every rose confesses all she may
To ease the kindness of her balmy deeps.
Ah, thus the heart would open! thus the soul
Longs to expand her self-approved intent
In utter shameless bounty! but, poor fool,
Fears others will read ill what well she meant;
And so, pent up, her sweetness clots to stone,
And kills the beauty that she dare not own.

Your far-sent roses showing every day
A less restrained abandon, ruined, seem
More magical, more touching yet than they
Were ever while life lifted each sweet dream
Prim with composure through its odorous sleep.
They brought immured Psyche to my mind,
Over whose durance, told in tales, men weep,
Though each her jailor be, deaf and unkind.
But there! I thrust the thought away and smile;
For these choice blossoms by her fair hand culled,
Prove that you let her fetterless beguile
The summer in deep garden lanes, till, lulled
By flitting song-bird, zephyr-rustled tree,
Her heart grew light enough to think of me.





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