The jungle flower

Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair
Palest amber, perfect lines, and scented with champa flower
Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair;
Sweet thou art and loved -- ay, loved -- for an hour

But thought flies far, ah, far, to another breast
Whose whiteness breaks to the rose of a twin pink flower
Where wind the azure veins that my lips caressed
When Fate was gentle to me for a too-brief hour

There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode
The rest are only inns on the traveller's road