13I have loved flowers that fade,Within whose magic tentsRich hues have marriage madeWith sweet unmemoried scents:A honeymoon delight,—A joy of love at sight,That ages in an hour:—My song be like a flower!I have loved airs, that dieBefore their charm is writAlong a liquid skyTrembling to welcome it.Notes, that with pulse of fireProclaim the spirit’s desire,Then die, and are nowhere:—My song be like an air!Die, song, die like a breath,And wither as a bloom:Fear not a flowery death,Dread not an airy tomb!Fly with delight, fly hence!’Twas thine love’s tender senseTo feast; now on thy bierBeauty shall shed a tear.
13I have loved flowers that fade,Within whose magic tentsRich hues have marriage madeWith sweet unmemoried scents:A honeymoon delight,—A joy of love at sight,That ages in an hour:—My song be like a flower!I have loved airs, that dieBefore their charm is writAlong a liquid skyTrembling to welcome it.Notes, that with pulse of fireProclaim the spirit’s desire,Then die, and are nowhere:—My song be like an air!Die, song, die like a breath,And wither as a bloom:Fear not a flowery death,Dread not an airy tomb!Fly with delight, fly hence!’Twas thine love’s tender senseTo feast; now on thy bierBeauty shall shed a tear.
I have loved flowers that fade,Within whose magic tentsRich hues have marriage madeWith sweet unmemoried scents:A honeymoon delight,—A joy of love at sight,That ages in an hour:—My song be like a flower!I have loved airs, that dieBefore their charm is writAlong a liquid skyTrembling to welcome it.Notes, that with pulse of fireProclaim the spirit’s desire,Then die, and are nowhere:—My song be like an air!Die, song, die like a breath,And wither as a bloom:Fear not a flowery death,Dread not an airy tomb!Fly with delight, fly hence!’Twas thine love’s tender senseTo feast; now on thy bierBeauty shall shed a tear.
I have loved flowers that fade,Within whose magic tentsRich hues have marriage madeWith sweet unmemoried scents:A honeymoon delight,—A joy of love at sight,That ages in an hour:—My song be like a flower!I have loved airs, that dieBefore their charm is writAlong a liquid skyTrembling to welcome it.Notes, that with pulse of fireProclaim the spirit’s desire,Then die, and are nowhere:—My song be like an air!Die, song, die like a breath,And wither as a bloom:Fear not a flowery death,Dread not an airy tomb!Fly with delight, fly hence!’Twas thine love’s tender senseTo feast; now on thy bierBeauty shall shed a tear.
I have loved flowers that fade,Within whose magic tentsRich hues have marriage madeWith sweet unmemoried scents:A honeymoon delight,—A joy of love at sight,That ages in an hour:—My song be like a flower!
I have loved flowers that fade,
Within whose magic tents
Rich hues have marriage made
With sweet unmemoried scents:
A honeymoon delight,—
A joy of love at sight,
That ages in an hour:—
My song be like a flower!
I have loved airs, that dieBefore their charm is writAlong a liquid skyTrembling to welcome it.Notes, that with pulse of fireProclaim the spirit’s desire,Then die, and are nowhere:—My song be like an air!
I have loved airs, that die
Before their charm is writ
Along a liquid sky
Trembling to welcome it.
Notes, that with pulse of fire
Proclaim the spirit’s desire,
Then die, and are nowhere:—
My song be like an air!
Die, song, die like a breath,And wither as a bloom:Fear not a flowery death,Dread not an airy tomb!Fly with delight, fly hence!’Twas thine love’s tender senseTo feast; now on thy bierBeauty shall shed a tear.
Die, song, die like a breath,
And wither as a bloom:
Fear not a flowery death,
Dread not an airy tomb!
Fly with delight, fly hence!
’Twas thine love’s tender sense
To feast; now on thy bier
Beauty shall shed a tear.