Excerpt from A Parable of the Rose: And Other Poems The ripest fruits of Wisdom's tree, Imagination's eye and Wing. Therefore I give thee of life's yield My treasures, garnered year by year, Some bits of heavenly atmosphere, Some gleams the peaks of joy revealed, Some finer strains of faith Whose lilt Is music strange, to thee not strange Since thou hast had ascension range Where skyey domes of seers are built. These are a spirit's soaring thrifts Got 'twixt the rhythms of Love and Fate, A poet's soul articulate. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.