The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts




I AM the man who found a flower,
    A blossom blown upon the wind,
More radiant than the sunrise rose,
    More sweet than lotus-airs of Ind.

I clutched the flower, and on my heart

    I crushed its petals, red and burning.
O ecstasy of life new-born!
    O youth returned, the unreturning!

I am the man who dared the Gods
    And under their thunderbolts lay blest,

Because I found the flower, and wore it
    One wild hour upon my breast.