Perfumes rush out thro’ the portals
In the drunkenest ecstasy.
So let your heart in your poem
Breathe its song like a living rose,
Sweet with its deepest-drawn perfumes
As from soul unto soul it goes.
Write from the heart straight outwards,
Caring not for the glitter and show;—
Write as the showers from heaven,
Nor forget how the sweet roses blow.