Many mellow Cydonian sucketsSweet apples, anthosmial, divine,From the ruby-rimmed beryline bucketsStar-gemmed, lily-shaped, hyaline;Like the sweet golden goblet found growingOn the wild emerald cucumber-tree,Rich, brilliant, like chrysophrase glowingWas my beautiful Rosalie Lee.
In the music of the mornsBlown through the Conchimarian horns,Down the dark vistas of the reboantic Norns,To the Genius of EternityCrying, “Come to me! Come to me!”Thomas Holley Chivers
As an egg, when broken, neverCan be mended, but must everBe the same crushed egg for ever—So shall this dark heart of mine!Thomas Holley Chivers
As the diamond is the crystalline Revelator of the achromatic white light of Heaven, so is a perfect poem the crystalline revelation of the Divine Idea.Thomas Holley Chivers