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Oh, frail and fragrant visions,
Sweet nomads of the air,
That rise like the mist on the meadows
And cling to my darksome hair.
Are ye the souls of roses,
Of memory’s vagrom lays,
Sent to caress my senses—
Faint murmurs of bygone days?
From Drifting Flowers of the Sea and Other Poems (1904) by Sadakichi Hartmann. This poem is in the public domain.
Sestine Enchainée
When autumn cloudlets fleck the sky
Straying southward like birds o’er the sea,
When the flickering sunlight on the dunes
Is pale, as seagrasses kissed by the spray,
Seagrasses that knew the summer of yesterday–
Sweet are the dreams on the breeze-blown strand!
The waves have lost their silvery note,
White birds of dreams o’er the dim plain start,
Through the mist is gliding a phantom bark––
What made love open its eyes and part!
to Maurice Maeterlinck
Weird phantoms rise in the dawn-winds blow,
In the land of shadows the dawn-flowers grow;
The night-worn moon yields her weary glow
To the morn-rays that over the dream-waste flow.