Forgotten Songs.
There is a splendid tropic flower which flings Its fiery disc wide open to the core-- One pulse of subtlest fragrance--once a life That rounds a century of blossoming things And dies, a flower's apotheosis: nevermore To send up in the sunshine, in sweet strife With all the winds, a fountain of live flame, A winged censer in the starlight swung Once only, flinging all its wealth abroad To the wide deserts without shore or name And dying, like a lovely song, once sung By some dead poet, music's wandering ghost, Aeons ago blown oat of life and lost, Remembered only in the heart of God.
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