The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (13.1897)

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Two Poems

Then Lilian, king of the land,

Rich Lelian will teach us the speech
That here we but half understand—
Kind Lelian will reach us his hand.

II—Her Colours

Rose, grey, and white—

Roses, sad seas, and light
Straight from the sun—

These are your colours.

Red necklet spun

When the Eastern day was done

By fairy fingers

Of lotus flowers.

In those white ivories
Your arms, a charm there lies,
Charm to conquer

The bravest singers :

And for your grey
Sweet, deep eye-oceans—they
Do yet declare
Queen Venus lingers.