Japonica Bush

'Tranced in utter dream she stands,

Cool Iseult of the White Hands;

Wife whose beauty, maiden-dying,

Beauty-wise is death-defying.

Earth that took her prisoner

Must somewhere relinquish her!

Here are leaves of piercing green

(Kor jealousy of a Cornish queen),

And the white, white flesh of flowers-

Flesh-white in the sun-white hours,

Wraith-white in the white-lipped moon

Who has seen, in sea-lost lands,

Trees and queens untimely hewn.

This is Iseult of the White Hands.

Fosephine Pinckney