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MODERN BOHEMIAN POETRY
63
We have gazed down from Golgotha,
On the valley our gazes we cast in a dream;
The field-lilies there were in blossom,
The figs grew ripe in the gloom's reddish gleam.
The fragrance of olives gushed forth,
As if into space from a censer 'twere cast;
Men's songs full of longing
Upon the horizon in harmony passed.
Peace was amid their movement,
As tho' in devotion in toil of a throng;
The countenance glowed in delight of a fervent love,
They bowed them in mercy for them that knew wrong.
Why did we go from thence!
On the loftiest of the heights we have pined;
We descended and passed at midnight away,
But other Days and Suns did not find.
"The New Life" (1903).
