Richard Le Gallienne
Satiety - Poem by Richard Le Gallienne
The heart of the rose-how sweet
Its fragrance to drain,
Till the greedy brain
Reels and grows faint
With the garnered scent,
Reels as a dream on its silver feet.
Sweet thus to drain-then to sleep:
For, beware how you stay
Till the joy pass away,
And the jaded brain
Seeketh fragrance in vain,
And hates what it may not reap.
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