Viridis Arcanum

A dark green perfume mystery of Turkish galbanum incense resin, Russian leather, and the fresh tips of coniferous Siberian Forest greens. And stand there, huger, blacker, statuesque, While watching from the green margin of our home The far-off mountain crumbles to a husk And plunging down we seek our dark-green gloom What frog or fish or monster am I grown That while the day's last rope last hope recedes I swim in strangeness and I do not drown! My mind is but a waving of green weeds. -- Douglas Stewart Art: Allegory of Medical Science by Robert Auer, 1914