Glamerie

From her dim arbor
Cleomoles sees
Twilight soft mantling
The dusky trees,
And scents, acanthus, spiced, and rose
The little breeze
Flings through the garden close,
And through the pearly dusk draws nigh
A milk-white peacock
With its wailing cry,
The ghost of some frail long dead queen
Tryst keeping in this garden green.

^__Louisa Cooke Don Carlos.

Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 51
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)