Troth

To-day an odour lay upon the air And did not fall from any mortal flower. Deep they won their way within the hour Who laid that odour there.

A perfume as of all that cannot give A perfume--ivory and ore, Colour and cloud and pearl and marl; and store Of the wild aroma of cave and hive.

It was an inner perfume filtering From other level than the great Midgard; From a far and sphery home full-friendlier starred Where marvels lift light wing.

By fragrance, fire and music do we prove The tender contact of a lovelier day, And these fair guarantors gently outray From their far home--these three and also love.