To Japanese Incense

From ImmortalPoetry
Jump to navigationJump to search

by Sara Teasdale

The wind that rings the temple bell
⁠Is far away,
And far the brazen incense urns
⁠Of ashes grey.

And far the carven temple gates
⁠Of red and gold—
The dreamy temples where the gods
⁠Have long been old.

The dragonflies and irises
⁠Beside the stream,
Are far away in lands of dawn
⁠And lands of dream.

And here beneath an alien sky
⁠Your breath ascends,
A column delicate and grey
⁠That waves and bends,

And lifts a scent of sandal-wood,
⁠Devoid of prayer,
To seek an ancient Eastern god
⁠Thro' Western air.

Add your comment
ImmortalPoetry welcomes all comments. If you do not want to be anonymous, register or log in. It is free.