Love by Kathleen Dalziel

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Swift as the crumpled hood
   Of the young poppy is smoothed to sudden flame
In some brief hour, ecstasy in full bud,
   Unheralded, unknown, Love came.

Brief, brief as the short life
   Of the paper-petalled Himalayan rose,
Whirled into nothingness on winds of strife,
   Wept, prayed for, so Love goes.

The rose and the burning poppy's fold,
   The Summer and all bright madness must depart,
Yet even loss has left some pollen gold
   Of memory in my heart.

First published in The Australian Woman's Mirror, 11 February 1930

Author reference site: Austlit

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