James Berry Bensel (1856-1886)
"A native of New York city, he was a student in Lynn,
Mass., a clerk in Boston, and, following his literary bent, an author and public
reader. His life is the pathetic and too familiar story of suffering and
unfulfilled promise. He published a volume of poems, In the King's Garden.
(D. Lothrop & Co.)" (Crandall)
From In the King's Garden (1885)
In the white sweetness of her dimpled chin
The pink points of her perfumed fingers press,
And 'round her tremulous mouth's loveliness
The tears and smiles a sudden strife begin:
First one and then the other seems to win:
And o'er her drooping eyes a golden tress
Falls down to hide what else they might confess
Their blue-veined lids are striving to shut in.
The yellow pearls that bind her throat about
With her pale bosom's throbbing rise or fall:
The while her thoughts like carrier-doves have fled
To that far land where armies clash and shout,
And where, beyond love's reach, a soldier tall
With staring eyes and broken sword lies dead.
(Text from American Sonnets)