Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен)

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

Yet here within my garden
Her loveliness appears,
Undimmed by any sorrow
Of all the tragic years.

How kind that earth should treasure
So beautiful a thing—
All mystical enchantment,
To stir our hearts in spring!

1. The Ships of Yule
2. The Old Gray Wall
3. Bloodroot
4. Garden Shadows
5. I Loved Thee, Atthis, in the Long Ago

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