With a Copy of Herrick
Fresh with all airs of woodland brooks
And scents of showers,
Take to your haunt of holy books
This saint of flowers.
When meadows burn with budding May,
And heaven is blue,
Before his shrine our prayers we say,—
Saint Robin true.
Love crowned with thorns is on his staff,—
Thorns of sweet briar;
His benediction is a laugh,
Birds are his choir.
His sacred robe of white and red
He hath a nimbus round his head
Edmund Gosse (1849-1928)
from Firdausi in Exile, and other poems, 1885
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
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