The Circle of Affection and Other Pieces in Prose and Verse

by Duncan Campbell Scott




AN IRIS-FLOWER with topaz leaves,
        With a dark heart of deeper gold,
Died over Delos when light failed
        And the night grew cold.

No wave fell mourning in the sea

        Where age on age beauty had died;
For that frail colour withering away
        No sea-bird cried.

There is no grieving in the world
        As beauty fades throughout the years:

The pilgrim with the weary heart
        Brings to the grave his tears.