Diverging trails we climb, But if you find a flower I will applaud its perfume, I will confess its power. I seek an amaranth More lovely than its name, For me a very heart's rue, For your hearts not the same. It blows above the blue Far-vistaed Paphian sea, Or so the woman said Whose green eyes 'sorcelled me. Joy to you in your meadows, But I'll search mine alone And find an amaranth Or else a quiet stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH |