The haunting fragrance that still lingers here—
As in a rose-jar, so within my heart!
The Island
There is an island in the silent sea,
Whose marge the wistful waves lap listlessly—
An isle of rest for those who used to be.
For ne’er an echo wakes that towering wall,
Whose blackened crags answer none other call
Save the lone ocean’s rhythmic rise and fall.
Only the song the sea sings as she laves