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The Lotus-Flower

Roderic Quinn 1867 (Surry Hills, New South Wales) – 1949 (Darlinghurst, New South Wales)

All the heights of the high shores gleam
  Red and gold at the sunset hour:
There comes the spell of a magic dream,
  And the Harbour seems a lotus-flower;

A blue flower tinted at dawn with gold,
  A broad flower blazing with light at noon,
A flower forever with charms to hold
  His heart, who sees it by sun or moon.

Its beauty burns like a ceaseless fire,
  And tower looks over the top of tower;
For all mute things it would seem, aspire
  To catch a glimpse of the lotus-flower.

Men meet its beauty with furrowed face,
  And straight the furrows are smoothed away;
They buy and sell in the market-place,
  And languor leadens their blood all day.

At night they look on the flower, and lo!
  The City passes with all its cares:
They dream no more in its azure glow,
  Of gold and silver and stocks and shares.

The Lotus dreams 'neath the dreaming skies,
  Its beauty touching with spell divine
The grey old town, till the old town lies
  Like one half-drunk with a magic wine.

Star-loved, it breathes at the midnight hour
  A sense of peace from its velvet mouth.
Though flowers be fair -- is there any flower
  Like this blue flower of the radiant South?

Sun-loved and lit by the moon it yields
  A challenge-glory or glow serene,
And men bethink them of jewelled shields,
  A turquoise lighting a ground of green.

Fond lovers pacing beside it see
  Not death and darkness, but life and light,
And dream no dream of the witchery
  The Lotus sheds on the silent night.

Pale watchers weary of watching stars
  That fall, and fall, and forever fall,
Tear-worn and troubled with many scars,
  They seek the Lotus and end life's thrall.

The spirit spelled by the Lotus swoons,
  Its beauty summons the artist mood;
And thus, perchance, in a thousand moons
  Its spell shall work in our waiting blood.

Then souls shall shine with an old-time grace,
  And sense be wrapped in a golden trance,
And art be crowned in the market-place
  With Love and Beauty and fair Romance.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Roderic Quinn

Roderic Joseph Quinn was an Australian poet. more…

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