One Perfect Rose . A single flow’r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet – One perfect rose. . I know the language of the floweret ‘My fragile leaves,’ it said, ‘his heart enclose.’ Love long has taken for his amulet One perfect […]
My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past and Lethe – wards had sunk. Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, That thou, light winged Dryad of […]
Ode to Everton . When at Thy call my weary feet I turn The gates of paradise are opened wide At Goodison I know a man can learn Rapture more rich than Anfield can provide. In Coulter’s skill and Geldard’s subtle speed I see displayed in all its matchless bounty The power of which the […]
