Golden Pulse
1870-1944
Golden pulse grew on the shore,
Ferns along the hill,
And the red cliff roses bore
Bees to drink their fill;
Bees that from the meadows bring
Wine of melilot,
Honey-sups on golden wing
To the garden grot.
But to me, neglected flower,
Phaon will not see,
Passion brings no crowning hour,
Honey nor the bee.
DayPoems Poem No. 1166
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1166.html">Golden Pulse by John Myers O'Hara</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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