Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

XXXIV


 

The world is a golden calyx, 
A-swing in the blooth of time,
Where floret to floret ripens 
And the starry blossoms rhyme.

Thou art the fair seed vessel

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Waiting all day for me, 
Who ache with the golden pollen 
The night will spill for thee.