TWO ANTIQUES
Falling all about her there
And as fire bursts from char
Each eye kindle like a star
When her long lost lamp I bring
There s such magic in the thing
From her ashes scattered far
From her thousand years away
She comes back to me to day
Just a little earthen lamp
Here the oil swam here the wick
Here the flame went flaring back
If the bearer turned her quick
Turned her in the shadowy space
Saw the flash of one swart face
Saw the eager arms and hark
Sprang aside and let the dark
Blow her out and drown the spark
II THE TEAR BOTTLE
HERE a sudden flush of flame
And here a sheet of azure glory
Blood red depth and lucid green
Of seas a stooping storm makes hoary
Such a blaze sheds no sweet queen
Jewel eyed by gems attended
No imperial pearl so fair
No fire opal half so splendid