Inn of Dreams

<SPAN name="10"></SPAN> <br/> <br/> <p>Candle-Light</p> <p>Frail golden flowers that perish at a breath,<br/> Flickering points of honey-coloured flame,<br/> From sunset gardens of the moon you came,<br/> Pale flowers of passion . . . delicate flowers of death . . .</p> <p>Blossoms of opal fire that raised on high<br/> Upon a hundred silver stems are seen<br/> Above the brilliant dance, or set between<br/> The brimming wine-cups . . . flowers of revelry!</p> <p>Roses with amber petals that arise<br/> Out of the purple darkness of the night<br/> To deck the darkened house of Love, to light<br/> The laughing lips, the beautiful glad eyes.</p> <p>Lilies with violet-coloured hearts that break<br/> In shining clusters round the silent dead,<br/> A diadem of stars at feet and head,<br/> The glory dazzles . . . but they do not wake . . .</p> <p>O golden flowers the moon goes gathering<br/> In magic gardens of her fairy-land,<br/> While splendid angels of the sunset stand<br/> Watching in flaming circles wing to wing . . .</p> <p>Frail golden flowers that perish at a breath,<br/> That wither in the hands of light, and die<br/> When bright dawn wakens in a silver sky.<br/> Pale flowers of passion . . . delicate flowers of death.</p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />