GOLD
SIGHED the wind to the wheat:—'The Queen who is slumbering there,Once bewildered the rose;Scorned, "Thou un-fair!"Once, from that bird-whirring court,Ascended the ruinous stair.Aloft, on that weed-hung turret, sunsSmote on her hair—Of a gold by Archiac sought,Of a gold sea-hid,Of a gold that from core of quartzNo flame shall bidPour into light of the airFor God's Jews to see.'Mocked the wheat to the wind—'Kiss me! Kiss me!'
SIGHED the wind to the wheat:—'The Queen who is slumbering there,Once bewildered the rose;Scorned, "Thou un-fair!"Once, from that bird-whirring court,Ascended the ruinous stair.Aloft, on that weed-hung turret, sunsSmote on her hair—Of a gold by Archiac sought,Of a gold sea-hid,Of a gold that from core of quartzNo flame shall bidPour into light of the airFor God's Jews to see.'Mocked the wheat to the wind—'Kiss me! Kiss me!'
SIGHED the wind to the wheat:—'The Queen who is slumbering there,Once bewildered the rose;Scorned, "Thou un-fair!"Once, from that bird-whirring court,Ascended the ruinous stair.Aloft, on that weed-hung turret, sunsSmote on her hair—Of a gold by Archiac sought,Of a gold sea-hid,Of a gold that from core of quartzNo flame shall bidPour into light of the airFor God's Jews to see.'
SIGHED the wind to the wheat:—
'The Queen who is slumbering there,
Once bewildered the rose;
Scorned, "Thou un-fair!"
Once, from that bird-whirring court,
Ascended the ruinous stair.
Aloft, on that weed-hung turret, suns
Smote on her hair—
Of a gold by Archiac sought,
Of a gold sea-hid,
Of a gold that from core of quartz
No flame shall bid
Pour into light of the air
For God's Jews to see.'
Mocked the wheat to the wind—'Kiss me! Kiss me!'
Mocked the wheat to the wind—
'Kiss me! Kiss me!'