Friday, October 13, 2017

The Crimson & the Yellow


Now that I've learned the difference (I hope!) between Gorse and Scotch Broom, here's a few lines devoted to the latter:
Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom,
The ancient poet sung it,
And dear it is on summer days
To lie at rest among it. 
I know the realms where people say
The flowers have not their fellow;
I know where they shine out like suns,
The crimson and the yellow. 
I know where ladies live enchained
In luxury's silken fetters,
And flowers as bright as glittering gems
Are used for written letters. 
But ne'er was flower so fair as this,
In modern days or olden;
It groweth on its nodding stem
Like to a garland golden. 
And all about my mother's door
Shine out its glittering bushes,
And down the glen, where clear as light
The mountain-water gushes. 
Take all the rest; but give me this,
And the bird that nestles in it;
I love it, for it loves the Broom -
The green and yellow linnet. 
Well call the rose the queen of flowers,
And boast of that of Sharon,
Of lilies like to marble cups,
And the golden rod of Aaron: 
I care not how these flowers may be
Beloved of man and woman;
The Broom it is the flower for me,
That groweth on the common. 
Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom,
The ancient poet sung it,
And dear it is on summer days
To lie at rest among it.

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