The Flower of Old Japan, and Other PoemsNoyes, Alfred
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The Flower of Old Japan, and Other Poems
Noyes, Alfred
English poetry -- 20th century; Japan -- Poetry
“_I know a bank where the wild thyme blows
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine._”
Out of the undiscovered land
So sweetly rang the song,
We dreamed we wandered, hand in hand,
The fragrant aisles along,
Where long ago had gone to dwell
In some enchanted distant dell
The outlawed fairy throng
When out of Sherwood’s wildest glen
They sank, forsaking mortal men.
And as we dreamed, the shadowy ground
Seemed gradually to swell;
And a strange forest rose around,
But how--we could not tell--
Purple against a rose-red sky
The big boughs brooded silently:
Far off we heard a bell;
And, suddenly, a great red light
Smouldered before our startled sight.
Then came a cry, a fiercer flash,
And down between the trees
We saw great crimson figures crash,
Wild-eyed monstrosities;
Great dragon-shapes that breathed a flame
From roaring nostrils as they came:
We sank upon our knees;
And looming o’er us, ten yards high,
Like battleships they thundered by.
And then, as down that mighty dell
We followed, faint with fear,
We understood the tolling bell
That called the monsters there;
For right in front we saw a house
Woven of wild mysterious boughs
Bursting out everywhere
In crimson flames, and with a shout
The monsters rushed to put it out.
And, in a flash, the truth was ours;
And there we knew--we knew--
The meaning of those trees like flowers,
Those boughs of rose and blue,
And from the world we’d left above
A voice came crooning like a dove
To prove the dream was true:
And this--we knew it by the rhyme
Must be--the Forest of Wild Thyme.
For out of the mystical rose-red dome
Of heaven the voice came murmuring down:
_Oh, Ladybird, Ladybird, fly away home;
Your house is on fire and your children are gone._
We knew, we knew it by the rhyme,
Though _we_ seemed, after all,
No tinier, yet the sweet wild thyme
Towered like a forest tall
All round us; oh, we knew not how,
And yet--we knew those monsters now:
Our dream’s divine recall
Had dwarfed us, as with magic words;
The dragons were but ladybirds!
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