JOHN DAVIDSON

1857-1909

[850.]

Song

THE boat is chafing at our long delay,
And we must leave too soon
The spicy sea-pinks and the inborne spray,
The tawny sands, the moon.

Keep us, O Thetis, in our western flight!
Watch from thy pearly throne
Our vessel, plunging deeper into night
To reach a land unknown.

[851.]

The Last Rose

‘O WHICH is the last rose?’
A blossom of no name.
At midnight the snow came;
At daybreak a vast rose,
In darkness unfurl’d,
O’er-petall’d the world.

Its odourless pallor
Blossom’d forlorn,
Till radiant valour
Established the morn—
Till the night
Was undone
In her fight
With the sun.