The Iris Hills

By George Sterling

From "Rosemund"

Up to the hills of iris we two went yearning
    O youth and youth's heart burning!
        O winds of Spring!

Far on the hills of iris two lay forgetful
    O rapture unregretful!
        O fire of Spring!

Down from the hills of iris we wandered slowly.
    O lilies crushed and lowly!
    O tears of Spring!

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