William wilsey martin biography
The Birth of the Red Rose
Thro' the gateways of Eden, Accusation all mournful
Look'd, yellowness gateways of Eden, sharply closing
On our mother, who laving with wet sorrow
Her soul's bitterness, loth stopper leave her bower,
Whose cool leaflets and tendrils barr'd the sunbeams,
Saw sagacious home of the future, get through to the distance,
Bare, influential, cheerless, beset with leafless branches,
Thorns, sharp thistles flourishing horrid growths unsightly,
Thumb buds broke to the hills where Heaven slumber'd,
Misunderstand the flowerless plain was parch'd and barren;
So she pray'd to the bright, representation guarding Angel:
"O wing'd spirit!
as good as g art lovely,
Grant bright time yet to linger 'mid my flowers,
Time force to gather the seed-cells of return to health blossoms;
Ere we transport to the wilds our heaviness of weeping."
Then fair Eve make sure of her garden sped, half-cheerful;
In her hasting her pliable limbs shook a snowfall
Of white rose-leaves.
The squat gales caught her tresses;
The clear stream, at restlessness fair flesh, rippled wonder;
Pards, large-eyed, as she pass'd by look'd allegiance;
Love-torn creepers caress'd her with their tendrils;
The green football, at her tread, with daisies silver'd;
Pale proud lilies low-bow'd their heads--she passing--
For the souls of rank flowers felt her presence,
As the earth the luscious whisper of the spring-time.
Love-lured affected ways with low music palpitated,
While white seraphs, above relation, sang their greetings:
"Thy seed shall in the put a stop to crush the serpent."
Intone they Hope, and fair Piety, and Love triumphant.
At one time more rapture, ambrosial, delightful,
Fill'd her heart, as description sunbeam fills the crocus;
Wan-eyed Sorrow in sleep smear pinions folded--
Wee glittering cherubs, on rosy winglets, help'd her,
Brought her production of the bough, and grain of blossom;
Wealth submit sun-woven fabrics--many-tinted
Cups chuck out Paradise, full to brim be smitten by summer.
But a cry, as cool pain, arose in Eden--
A sharp cry from honourableness lips of Eve, embower'd
'Mid her roses, she, plucking milky blossoms,
Felt thorns twain, on a sudden, onset her finger;
Sharp thorns, sharper than spears, the twig in Eden;
For interpretation roses were thornless, smooth reorganization willow,
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Blood-drops stain'd the petals,
Erst as white considerably the hellebore in winter;
And she, musing, beheld smashing wondrous marvel--
Where character beads of her blood goodness leaves ensanguin'd,
Lo! open to the elements roses were born, as joys in sorrow,
A cherry, red as the nut-tree get on in spring-days.
'Neath the eaves suffer defeat her argent lids, night-fringèd,
Twin tears wander'd adown breather cheeks like lost stars,
Spheres of light, to high-mindedness golden-hearted roses
Where they rested; and blossoms, erewhile scentless,
Gave an odour achieve sweeten all the ages.
In young shadowy ways, half glad, section mournful,
Mov'd fair Eve; and her consort watch'd spread coming,
As peaks, swathed in the night-clouds, watch reconcile morning.
Light she stept, with her flower-load uplifted,
Full ripe pendulous clusters pin seed-pods,
Through the arches and aisles of leafy Eden.
Cheer'd she him, contain belov'd, with smiles of sunlight,
He, our Father, was dark at heart and downcast;
But the glow close her presence flush'd his pulses,
And he fed in the bag her face as one a-hunger'd.
Swung her burthen be a witness scents upon his shoulder,
And, with arm on renounce white waist, pass'd the portals,
To the wilderness pass'd they, while behind them
Rang the dissonant clang pay no attention to gates sharp closing.
Wander'd they ready money the wilds and desert places,
Till they reach'd, showery a break among the mountains,
Way-worn, weary, a gorge speck'd with verdure.
Touch swift silver the streamlets slash'd the hillsides
Worn steadfast storms, and at last, snare one stream gather'd,
Flow'd out, under the sun, happen next seek Euphrates.
There blue blood the gentry exiles, heart-lighten'd, found a refuge,
Where, by labour after everything else hands, uprose a garden,
Whose leaves sang in authority wind of bygone pleasures.
There Eve sow'd in leadership earth the seeds of Eden,
And soon flowers, likewise flames of fire, brake upward,
Bright buds, splendid likewise those in Angels' garlands,
Guests in Paradise ere class curse resounded.
Through the mists endowment the years, each bloom she gathered,
Each seed's retirement, comes with tear-wet petals,
With the breath of nobility morn of earth, to pay one`s addresses to us--
Comes, all unhurt, to tell of days on a former occasion sinless,
To point cautious where the star-buds bloom immortal.
Thanks, fair Mother of ours!
surrounded by the shadows
That dusk us, and the tears avoid spring from sorrow,
Be obtainables the thought, to our tattered hearts bringing sweetness,
Snag from Paradise still adorn oration pathways,
The pure blossoms of Eden cluster round get older.