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Secret Flowers

Is love a light for me?

A steady light,

A lamp within whose pallid pool I

Over old love-books?

Or is it a gleam,

A lantern coming towards me from

Down a dark mountain?

Is my love a star?

Ah me!- so high above so coldly bright!

The fire dances.

Is my love a

Leaping down the twilight muddy and bold?

Nay,

I'd be frightened of him.

I'm too

For quick and eager loving.

There's a

Sheen on these flower petals as they

More truly mine, more like to my desire.

The flower petals fold.

They are by the

Forgotten.

In a shadowy wood they

Where the dark trees keep up a

Shadowy waving.

Who will watch them

When I have dreamed my dream?

Ah, darling mine,

Find them, gather them for me one by one.

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Katherine Mansfield

Kathleen Mansfield Murry (née Beauchamp; 14 October 1888 – 9 January 1923) was a prominent modernist writer who was born and brought up in New Z…

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