Of venture and fight."
Here where the shadows fall,
From the cypress by the wall,
Where the roses are—
Here is a dream and a name,
There, like a rose of flame,
Rises—a star.
THE WOOD-SPRING TO THE POET
Dawn-cool, dew-cool
Of venture and fight."
Here where the shadows fall,
From the cypress by the wall,
Where the roses are—
Here is a dream and a name,
There, like a rose of flame,
Rises—a star.
THE WOOD-SPRING TO THE POET
Dawn-cool, dew-cool