BETWIXT the piercing petals of the stars I
From blood on earth dark-spilt;
From streets and seas, from stormy night and
From good and guilt;
Out of the ribs of lions desert-dead in ages olden;
From dewy lips alive,
Athwart untraversed skies I strive with tribute
To eke our hive,
Thro’ dreamlands undiscovered drift; on beauty’s
Lie tranced in listening,
As my soul-sister butterfly within yon blossom
With wary wing—
Veiled, veiled in vain with smiling silence, Maiden!—
Thy heart’s desire I drain!
Till stung by anguish of thy tear I fly forth, laden
With sweetest pain.
I linger in the perfumed Past, afar out-trailing
Behind Earth’s flying orb;
Or, down the path our Future follows swiftlier
God’s hopes absorb.
© Sydney Wheeler Jephcott