Your feet have been fashioned as roses To seek the lands of the rainbow-- The rainbow-kingdoms are open. There, haunting the taciturn tree-tops Millennial prophecies linger, The inexhaustible waters Abide there forever and aye. Beside the immeasurable forest From wooden bowl brimming will you then Apportion your milk with a hop-toad? So festive a banqueting almost Entices the stars to their fall! By borders of measureless waters Soon you will discover a playmate, A dolphin engaging and kind. He'll leap to dry-land at your bidding, And if he shall fail you sometimes The tender, innumerable zephyrs Will still your tempestuous sobbing. You'll find in the rainbow-kingdom The ancient exalted traditions Forever and ever unchanged. The sun with mysterious power Has fashioned your feet as the roses To enter his measureless kingdom. NIGHT-FLOWERS This night hath no disease; It knows not wrecks nor wars Nor deaths of human minds. The feet of the sweet winds Break all the river's peace Into marmoreal bars. The tops of moonlit trees Have blossomed with white stars, And perfumes that one finds In old Arabian jars Had never blooms like these! THE NIGHT Sorrows confide their secrets; joys lead lives Of lonely splendor. Mankind tells all things To me, knowing I will not ever speak. DISILLUSION The night was like a jewell'd crown-- (Could jewels be so soft a thing!) For stars and wind were in the town And by the highways entering, Plucked there as on a viol string, Until--somewhere--a woman's scream-- Sharply shattered the dream! Silence within The upper twilight of a temple lies Asleep, with pendant plumes--a dreaming god-- And dreams the pageantry of things--and dreams The gifts that he has given with his hands-- The gifts that he has taken with his hands-- And dreams his own eternity. * * * * * I am one that loves The stars of labyrinthine night whom the shrill dawn Devours, the quietude of ultimate slopes Thoughtful of twilight, peering moons that shed Unrisen glamours thru the umbrageous wood With gnome and goblin rife, and the light spray Of gray spring rains enveloping the hills. SONG Would I were a bird To nest in a cover Of leaves that hover 'Twixt earth and heaven Where no sound is heard-- Only the uneven Brush of winds that slumber With no thought to cumber; Would I were a bird! Would I were a wave To rise for a moment From the ocean's foment, To puff my lips asunder Blowing bubbles brave, To dream and to wonder Of the depths below me And the winds that blow me-- Would I were a wave!