Scottish Poetry Selection
- Chrysanthemums
Chrysanthemums
Among the gay chrysanthemums
Assembled in their crystal hall
Where each was dressed in all its best
And each outrivaled all the rest
Like pretty ladies at a ball-
Among the gay chrysanthemums
I wonder what suggested slums?Among the shrined chrysanthemums
My heart would have rejoiced to see
Their pure and gracious loveliness
Some beauty-hungered spirit bless:
The temple unto all was free:-
But no! The shrined chrysanthemums
Allured no pilgrim from the slumsAnd could the sweet chrysanthemums
A sisterhood of mercy share,
Allotted each its squalid room
Each missioned with its stainless bloom
To preach a purer gospel there-
For all the sweet chrysanthemums
The slums would still remain the slumsAnd shame it is chrysanthemums
To mar you with my ugly rhyme:
But ah! A shivering child I met
That told of regions winter set
Where other flowers have found their time;
To us the gay chrysanthemums
And frost and famine to the slums.
Where else would you like to go in Scotland?