TO J.B.
Within an Old World, classic vase
She blossomed like a flower,
And made Italian summer days
Seem fleeting as an hour;
Then left the antique vase in gloom,—
Yet o'er its edges climb
Some petals, with a sweet perfume
That triumphs over time.
Within an Old World, classic vase
She blossomed like a flower,
And made Italian summer days
Seem fleeting as an hour;
Then left the antique vase in gloom,—
Yet o'er its edges climb
Some petals, with a sweet perfume
That triumphs over time.