A Thrice-Told Tale

I

Pansies for dreams, —
Dead dreams:
Dead, though with dew ashine;
Dead, though they were divine;
Dead, in this hand of mine;
Dreams of the Dawn, —
Soon gone.

II

Roses for love, —
Lost love:
Lost, in an hour of pain;
Lost, mid the heart's blood rain;
Lost, though we smile again;
Love of the Noon, —
O'er soon

III

Lilies for sleep, —
Sweet sleep;
Sweet, when the dreams are done;
Sweet, when the love is gone;
Sweet, for the eyes of one;
Sleep at the end,
My friend
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