Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HELIOTROPE, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "how strong they are, those subtile spells" Last Line: Upon the heliotrope! Subject(s): Heliotropes | ||||||||
HOW strong they are, those subtile spells That lurk in leaves and flower-bells, Rising from faint perfumes; Or, mingling with some olden strain, Strike through the music shafts of pain, And people empty rooms. They come upon us unaware, In crowded halls and open air, And in our chambers still; A song, an odor, or a bird Evokes the spell and strikes the chord, And all our pulses thrill. I wandered but an hour ago, With lagging footsteps tired and slow, Along the garden walk; The summer twilight wrapped me round, Through open windows came the sound Of song and pleasant talk. The odor-stealing dews lay wet And heavy on the mignonette That crept about my feet; Upon the folded mossy vest That clothed the ruby rose's breast It fell in droppings sweet. It fell on beds of purple bloom, From whence arose the rare perfume Of dainty heliotrope; Which smote my heart with sudden power, -- My favorite scent, my favorite flower, In olden days of hope! Ah, me! the years have come and gone, Each with its melody or moan, Since that sunshiny hour, When, for the sake of hands that brought, And for the lesson sweet it taught, I chose it for my flower. Faint-scented blossoms! Long ago Your purple clusters came to show My life had wider scope; They spoke of love that day -- to-night I stand apart from love's delight, And wear no heliotrope. Between to-night and that far day Lie life's bright noon and twilight gray, -- But I have lived through both; And if before my paling face The midnight shadows fall apace, I see them, nothing loath. Only to-night that faint perfume Reminds me of the lonely gloom Of life outliving hope; -- I wish I had been far to-night What time the dew fell, silver-white, Upon the heliotrope! | 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 TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS "'TIS MIDNIGHT, AND THE SETTING SUN" by ANONYMOUS "'TWAS ROLLOG, AND THE MINIM POTES" by ANONYMOUS 1648 : FOR COSSACKS by ANONYMOUS A CHERRY YEAR / A MERRY YEAR by ANONYMOUS A COMET FROM THE RHYMERS' CLUB AFAR by ANONYMOUS |
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