John Myers O'Hara

(1870-1944 / United States)

Golden Pulse - Poem by John Myers O'Hara

Golden pulse grew on the shore,
   Ferns along the hill,
And the red cliff roses bore
   Bees to drink their fill;

Bees that from the meadows bring
   Wine of melilot,
Honey-sups on golden wing
   To the garden grot.

But to me, neglected flower,
   Phaon will not see,
Passion brings no crowning hour,
   Honey nor the bee.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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