Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.
By George Darley145. Nepenthe
O
That burns in glorious Araby,
With red scent chalicing the air,
Till earth-life grow Elysian there!
In this bright tree she makes her nest,
Hundred-sunned Phœnix! when she must
Crumble at length to hoary dust;
Burnt up with aromatic fire;
Her urn, sight-high from spoiler men,
Her birthplace when self-born again.
Here ends she her unechoing song:
With amber tears and odorous sighs
Mourned by the desert where she dies.