The Embers | Page 6

The honeysuckle flaunts it to the
bees;
Summer is come, and 'tis not yet the
spring--
My love is summer blessing all she
sees.

Summer is come; I see an open door,
A sweet hand beckons, and I know
That, winter or summer, I shall go forth
no more--
My heart is homing where her
summer-roses grow.
O FLOWER OF ALL THE WORLD
O flower of all the world, O flower of
all,
The garden where thou dwellest is so
fair,
Thou art so goodly, and so queenly tall,
Thy sweetness scatters sweetness
everywhere,
O flower of all!

O flower of all the years, O flower of
all,
A day beside thee is a day of days;
Thy voice is softer than the throstle's
call,
There is not song enough to sing thy
praise,
O flower of all!

O flower of all the years, O flower of
all,
I seek thee in thy garden, and I dare
To love thee; and though my deserts be
small,
Thou art the only flower I would wear,
O flower of all!
WAS IT SOME GOLDEN STAR?
Once in another land,
Ages ago,
You were a queen, and I,
I loved you so:
Where was it that we loved--
Ah, do you know?