Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Eden-gateSydney Dobell (18241874)
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Among the thorns and thistles. High the palm
Branch’d o’er her, and imperial by her side
Upstood the sunburnt lily of the East.
Going and coming, and the spice-winds blew
Music and murmurings, and paradise
Well’d over and enrich’d the outer wild.
And the imperial Lily bow’d her down
With yearning, but they could not enter in.
And lily, and at eve was full of dews,
And hung her head and wept and said, ‘Ah these
Are tall and fair, and shall I enter in?’
A weary angel, with dishevell’d hair;
For he had wander’d far, and as he went,
The blossoms of his crown fell one by one
Thro’ many nights, and seem’d a falling star.
And cried, ‘Ah, pure and beautiful!’ and turn’d
And stoop’d to her and wound her in his hair,
And in his golden hair she enter’d in.
I look’d up to the lily and the palm
Above me, and I wept and said, ‘Ah these
Are tall and fair, and shall I enter in?’
And stoop’d to me and wound me in his hair
And in his golden hair I enter’d in.