With a Copy of Wharton's "Sappho"
Roses , full-hearted as of old
When Meleager garlanded
Blossom and bough of poets dead,
Lie here, and with them, daintily,
Frail scattered petals, crimson, gold,
Drift to the feet of you and me
Unfaded, — even such vain, brief things
(Roses of Paestum, Helen's tears)
As lover loves, and poet sings,
And wise earth hoards through myriad years,
Careless when some star disappears.
Lover and poet, to your hands
Red rose and golden rose I trust,
Attar distilled in sunnier lands,
Curled petal, sweet immortal dust.
When Meleager garlanded
Blossom and bough of poets dead,
Lie here, and with them, daintily,
Frail scattered petals, crimson, gold,
Drift to the feet of you and me
Unfaded, — even such vain, brief things
(Roses of Paestum, Helen's tears)
As lover loves, and poet sings,
And wise earth hoards through myriad years,
Careless when some star disappears.
Lover and poet, to your hands
Red rose and golden rose I trust,
Attar distilled in sunnier lands,
Curled petal, sweet immortal dust.
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