In memory’s garland have I set thee

As one who rideth pale and weary
Through a barren lonely land —
While the dull horizons dreary
Around, one solitude, expand —
Finds unaware a limpid spring
Of warbling water on the way.
Lovely home of flower and wing,
Gentle bird and flitting jay ;
Parched lips unto the fountain cling.
In those wan eyes there dawns a ray,
New life to languid limbs they bring,
Chill October yields to May :
So thy brilliant bloom, thy prime,
To my heart was when I met thee ;
O passion flower from sunnier clime,
In memory's garland have I set thee !
Glorious gain, or honeyed harm.
Thine the subtle, witching charm ;
In thy large, thy limpid eyes
The labyrinthine mysteries.
Aug. 9, 1893.