To the Manx Poet Thomas Edward Brown


(Died October 29th, 1897)

See’st thou this bulb?  It is a miracle !

Here is compact a force man cannot match.

Cut it down through and see what thou canst find.

Where is the hyacinth?  Invisible,

Its secrets are deep hidden from our snatch;

To ultimate reality we’re blind.

This must be set deep in its cubicle,

Buried beneath the soil its brood to hatch,

Away from eyes and business of mankind.

So comes the questing shoot, the flower in full.

Thus wert thou planted in a narrow place,

Dark and confined, yet from eclipse and gloom

Burst on the wondering isle that splendid bloom

Whose fragrance lingers yet in power and grace !


Weekly Times     28.10.60