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Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Agamede’s Song - Arthur Upson

Grow, grow, thou little tree,
His body at the roots of thee;
Since last year’s loveliness in death
The living beauty nourisheth.

Bloom, bloom, thou little tree,
Thy roots around the heart of me;
Thou canst not blow too white and fair
From all the sweetness hidden there.

Die, die, thou little tree,
And be as all sweet things must be;
Deep where thy petals drift I, too,
Would rest the changing seasons through.

Arthur Upson (1877 — 1908, USA)
Agamede was, by legend (Homer) a Greek doctor with the healing powers of all the plants that grow upon the earth

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