Poems by Stuart Merrill

OTHERS may roses sing,
The flower of the heart is distress.
O! Life is a dreary thing,
When ...

WHILE heralds are unfolding, hot with haste,
The Emperor's banners crimsoning the day,
The n...

LOVE'S daughters bend above the silent source,
Where mystic nenufars that hide their stem
Make...

Weary of that nocturnal silence
At which her love took fright,
The silent-souled Princess
Pl...

RINGS of high heroes casqued for combat, rings
Whose rubies like Hell's blood and brimstone gla...

I AM that king of olden times
Whose city sleeps under the sea,
With its iron bells that heavil...

AROUND a fountain sitting seven princesses,
Sadly their hand upon their chin they leant;
And,...

Dead kings are said to have trodden this path
Leading to the stone bench where we like to sit,
...

VERHAEREN, name like the loud clash of spears
Rung to some barbarous monarch in the night,
Ve...

If you have come to give me faith in life
Bring to my sad sojourn,
Ascending on the stairway o...

WHEN marjoram dies, in winds that blow,
And your wheel begins its humming,
I feel that my dr...

THE white peacock in the blue night crying
Feels that the breeze pale cherry-blossoms spills
Up...