of heaven turns darker blue, a starry sparkle now begins; The mystery and magnificence, the myriad beauty and the sins Come back to me. I walk beneath the shadowy multitude of towers; Within the gloom the fountain jets its pallid mist in lily flowers. The waters lull me and the scent of many gardens, and I hear Familiar voices, and the voice I love is whispering in my ear. Oh real as in dream all this; and then a hand on mine is laid: The wave of phantom time withdraws; and that young Babylonian maid, One drop of beauty left behind from all the flowing of that tide, Is looking with the self-same eyes, and here in Ireland by my side. Oh light our life in Babylon, but Babylon has taken wings,
While we are in the calm and proud procession of eternal things.
ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON
"Soon!" says the Snowdrop, and smiles at the motherly earth, "Soon!--for the Spring with her languors comes stealthily on Snow was my cradle, and chill winds san
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