SAINT LUCY OF THE EYES

SAINT LUCY OF THE EYES

Taken from the Journals of Travel written by Stephen Douglas, sometime
of Culsharg in Galloway.

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  O mellow rain upon the clover tops;
    O breath of morning blown o'er meadow-sweet;
  Lush apple-blooms from which the wild bee drops
    Inebriate; O hayfield scents, my feet

  Scatter abroad some morning in July;
    O wildwood odours of the birch and pine,
  And heather breaths from great red hill-tops nigh,
    Than olive sweeter or Sicilian vine;--

  Not all of you, nor summer lands of balm--
    Not blest Arabia,
  Nor coral isles in seas of tropic calm.
    Such heart's desire into my heart can draw.

  II.

  O scent of sea on dreaming April morn
    Borne landward on a steady-blowing wind;
  O August breeze, o'er leagues of rustling corn,
    Wafts of clear air from uplands left behind,

  And outbreathed sweetness of wet wallflower bed,
    O set in mid-May depth of orchard close,
  Tender germander blue, geranium red;
    O expressed sweetness of sweet briar-rose;

  Too gross, corporeal, absolute are ye,
    Ye help not to define
  That subtle fragrance, delicate and free,
    Which like a vesture clothes this Love of mine.

  "Heart's Delight."