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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
 
At Baia
By H. D.
 
From “Hesperides”

I SHOULD have thought
In a dream you would have brought
Some lovely perilous thing:
Orchids piled in a great sheath,
As who would say, in a dream,        5
“I send you this,
Who left the blue veins
Of your throat unkissed.”
 
Why was it that your hands,
That never took mine—        10
Your hands that I could see
Drift over the orchid heads
So carefully;
Your hands, so fragile, sure to lift
So gently, the fragile flower stuff—        15
Ah, ah, how was it
 
You never sent, in a dream,
The very form, the very scent,
Not heavy, not sensuous,
But perilous—perilous!—        20
Of orchids, piled in a great sheath,
And folded underneath on a bright scroll,
Some word:
 
Flower sent to flower;
For white hands the lesser white,        25
Less lovely, of flower leaf.
 
Or,
 
Lover to lover—no kiss,
No touch, but forever and ever this!
 
 
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