Runs giddy races, playing seek and hide.
For all Flowers died when Eve left Paradise,
And all the world was flowerless awhile,
Until a little child was laid in earth.
Then, from its grave grew violets for its eyes,
And from its lips rose-petals for its smile;
And so all flowers from that child’s death took birth.
To those who have lovingly lingered over the pages of Maurice de Guerin, pages that breathe the old Greek world of thought, the following sonnet, that paints that modern Grecian with a few masterly strokes, will be keenly relished. It is the fine implications of these lines that is the life of our hope for the poet and the future.
Maurice de Guerin.
The old wine filled him, and he saw, with eyes