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First Line: About my window in a wreath
Last Line: My dreams are drenched with attar of rose.
Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan
Subject(s): Country Life; Flowers; Holidays; Nature; Roses


ABOUT my window in a wreath,
Pink roses yield their spiced breath,
So that I can see and know
The very way that roses grow,
From the pink shoot upon the stem
Unto the fullest diadem.

All night the fragrant dew and cool
Lies like a little silver pool
About the corncrake's feet; he stalks
By emerald and by amber walks,
And is ensilvered by the moon
From his grey head to his grey shoon.

The wood-dove croons me into rest;
Night has a soft and dreamless breast;
The cuckoo hales me wide awake
From the far hill, the distant brake,
Shouting his cuckoo-call in showers
Over my bed as it were flowers.

Such quietness on vale and hill,
Such skies of rose and daffodil
And primrose, and the sleepy folk
Wrapped in the silence as a cloak
Broidered with roses small and close.
My dreams are drenched with attar of rose.





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