THE CITADEL.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 9315, 15 August 1908, Page 2

THE CITADEL.

To flower and leaf tbe dm and oak „■ bur-ting H Earth breathes her odour* to the strengt-M .ning sun; H Her worshipping kingdom Bpring- -__*»_■ has won, H And summer -star, their beams towardH earth are turning. ■ Ib human hearts awalon* riotous dreaixM ing, H Host daring hopes seem aot so wildlH far; H A glorious Hesper now is every star, H And every maid a sceptred queen in seenH You, too, must conscious in neir joys awakea^B Your thoughts in wider circles youth-fire^B move Where stars and *flow«rs light love-way-M brighter, clearer; ■ Frequented paths by me, too, aro foreakei^B My -flighted thought its new-won strengths would prove H Till it approach, sot near you yet, b_H nearer. Nor will you grudge me un_ubst_nti_H pleasure Of misty trysts in spaces men call dream^l E'en, there I oannot at my will redeem You from the obscure, nor my own gladnes^B measure; Nay; you yourself in dream may haunßJ dim places Far from my ken, what time I think 3*oflJ near! (As Troy ten years was girt with swox-BI and spear Defending shadow-Helen's shadow-graces.) Dart not destruction from' those eyes, tha^B seasons BY Have sweetened, Bun-filled, ripened and tnfl browned Till all the orb of summer from tbei^H • lightens; ___ Love finds for every hope ten _.o_sa_-^B reasons; ■■ Ten thousand now encompass you aroun<Bß And through my whole dream-world youßl presence brightens. Can you resist* though thoughts surpassin^H number . ___ Gird you about? No visible sign o-eBI clares __U You know my thoughts assail you ufll awares, ' That dreams have borne your spirit to rn^H in slumber — Yet when the thought its . battery urgeßß ceaseless, Against the sensuous walls thai you si*ißß round, Cannot a postern ope, a rift be found Through which may enter thoughts— dc^B leave you poaceless? H| A word is heard— a thought is deeper, keener^B Cannot it pierce where words can find way, Showing what never words had power t-^H faShion? 'Twixt you and your disdain en intervene -^B My thonghts may first your loveless wordHß allay, Then sing you fair the spring-urged passior^H Against my thoughts yourself you canno^H armour, Nor is that weakness aught but your d___\ fence; No thought, no wish peace-breaking ehal^H go hence; Love shall be yet a scallop-badged mee^H palmer. May I not love, though passion be fa-AH bidden? I worship, love tlie roses, and as these I see you, love your beauty, hold the key^H Of fairest gardens, else from mortals hid^H den. A flower, a star, a Bong, a woman, truly Their beauty calls, nor I my love deny, Though giving no regard as love to lover. Bound you the Spring has cast her glamou^H newly, Grant that the ghostly Autumn pass xk^H by ■■ Ere you to me » kindred glance discover i'^M JOHANNES C. ANDERSEN. H