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Pine,
Rose and Fleur de Lis
by
Susie Frances Harrison
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PARENTHESE
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No Dryad
on the oak,
No Nymph within the valley,
No fairy little folk
To frolic, dance and dally;
No Pan along the shore,
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No
Nereid in the water,
No savage shape of boar,
No fair Demeter’s daughter;
No Satyr in the vine,
No Faun anear the fountain,
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No magic
in the mine,
No myth upon the mountain;
No honey amber clear,
No gleam of waxen laurel,
No stags beside the mere,
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high Olympic quarrel;
No breath of lowing herds,
No pastoral sweet singing,
No dish of snow-white curds,
No mellow milk-bells ringing;
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No Goddesses at all,
No Gods, or hardly any,
No shapes that might recall,
The classic miscellany;
Dramatis persona,
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Theocritus,
were wanting,
Save that perchance to thee,
Would prove as surely haunting,
The sumach fringèd cliff,
The oriole low flying,
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The
open yellow skiff,
The languid loon’s far crying,
The resinous keen breeze,
The water’s lazy lapping,
The silver coated trees,
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| The
eagle’s idle flapping. |
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