Page:Poems, Volume 2, Coates, 1916.djvu/177



N dreamland is a castle fair

Wherein my love doth dwell:

Its turrets waver into air

From fields where asphodel

And poppy keep not watch, but sleep,

'Neath an enchanter's spell.

Pale offspring of a starlit sky,

One rose—for need like mine—

Has over-climbed the ivies high,

About her sill to twine,

And there, abloom, with rare perfume

Makes exquisite her shrine.

Still, night by night, the wondrous bird

That ne'er is heard by day,

Thrills, with my heart's unspoken word,

Those mystic turrets gray,

And heavened above, sings to my love

His plaintive roundelay.