Later Poems

by Bliss Carman


 

White Iris


 

WHITE Iris was a princess
In a kingdom long ago,
Mysterious as moonlight
And silent as the snow.

She drew the world in wonder

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And swayed it with desire,
Ere Babylon was builded
Or a stone laid in Tyre.

Yet here within my garden
Her loveliness appears,

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Undimmed by any sorrow
Of all the tragic years.
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How kind that earth should treasure
So beautiful a thing—
All mystical enchantment,
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To stir our hearts in spring!