The Hawthorn Hath A Deathly Smell
The flowers of the field Have a sweet smell; Meadowsweet, tansy, thyme, And faint-heart pimpernel; But sweeter even than these, The silver of the may Wreathed is with incense for The Judgment Day. An apple, a child, dust, When falls the evening rain, Wild briar's spicd leaves, Breathe memories again; With further memory fraught, The silver of the may Wreathed is with incense for The Judgment Day. Eyes of all loveliness - Shadow of strange delight, Even as a flower fades Must thou from sight; But oh, o'er thy grave's mound, Till come the Judgment Day, Wreathed shall with incense be Thy sharp-thorned may.
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"The flowers of the field..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Walter De La Mare delivers a powerful performance in "The Hawthorn Hath A Deathly Smell"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...