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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Sea-Lavender
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Lavender, sea lavender!
 Pale sweet flower how full of her!
 Flower discreet, with your priest`s eyes
 Trained in all time`s mysteries,
 Yet how chastely calmly sealed!
 Flower of passions unrevealed,
 Stainless eyes, but none the less
 Wise in life`s most nakedness,
 With its inward hours of sin,
 Known to thee, and all therein;
 And how soul with soul found might,
 In the watches of the night,
 Cherishing an unseen joy,
 Man with woman, girl with boy,
 Under the sky`s multitude,
 Till the pulsings of their blood
 Led them into ways unknown,
 Flesh of flesh and bone of bone
 Clasped in one, till doubt was over,
 And they went forth loved and lover
 Bride and groom to their new home.

 See, to--day to you I come,
 Flower of wisdom who know all,
 To your mute confessional,
 Wanting love and wanting her,
 (Lavender, sea lavender!)
 In a world where she is not,
 Mined with plot and counterplot
 Built against our happiness.
 You, who know her most, can guess
 What her thought is far from me,
 What soft wind of memory
 Fans her with a scent of pleasure,
 What sweet song in what sweet measure
 Trilled by birds when day was breaking
 And each tremulous throat awaking
 Strained to make its passion heard
 Louder there than other bird,
 While we listened, we too, straining
 Heart to heart, and watched the waning
 Moon fade slowly like a feather
 In the red East, close together,
 Near, how near, who now are far.
 Tell me what her fancies are.
 Does she love still? Does she cherish,
 In the waste of days that perish
 That one dawn, which cannot die?
 Nay, I know it, nor will I
 Doubt of love or doubt of her,
 (Lavender, sea lavender!)
 Since she knows and understands
 That my hands still hold her hands.
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