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Mandragora Poems

Mandragora Poems

John Cowper Powys
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Excerpt from Mandragora Poems
Mandragora
The Flute-Player
Once I saw her. 'Twas long ago;
From the bridge of a dream-city.
Drops of rain were falling slow.
It was autumn and long ago;
And somewhere in the fields below
A flute-player played this ditty -
One look and never the same again
Are the roses on the wall;
One look and forever the midnight rain
With a different sound must fall.
Gables and gardens, roofs and towers,
Hung vague and rich and dim.
From somewhere there came a scent of flowers.
And a wind from the world's rim;
And the sun sank red behind the towers,
And she stood and looked at him.
She looked at him from a closed window,
Then at me did she look down.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Language
English
Pages
160
Format
Paperback
Release
January 01, 1917
ISBN 13
9781331276340

Mandragora Poems

John Cowper Powys
0/5 ( ratings)
Excerpt from Mandragora Poems
Mandragora
The Flute-Player
Once I saw her. 'Twas long ago;
From the bridge of a dream-city.
Drops of rain were falling slow.
It was autumn and long ago;
And somewhere in the fields below
A flute-player played this ditty -
One look and never the same again
Are the roses on the wall;
One look and forever the midnight rain
With a different sound must fall.
Gables and gardens, roofs and towers,
Hung vague and rich and dim.
From somewhere there came a scent of flowers.
And a wind from the world's rim;
And the sun sank red behind the towers,
And she stood and looked at him.
She looked at him from a closed window,
Then at me did she look down.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Language
English
Pages
160
Format
Paperback
Release
January 01, 1917
ISBN 13
9781331276340

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