TO L. A.

Take them and keep them,
Silvery thorn and flower,
Plucked just at random
In the rosy weather —
Snowdrops and pansies,
Sprigs of wayside heather,
And five-leaved wild-rose
Dead within an hour.

Take them and keep them: Who can tell? some day, dear, (Though they be withered,

Flower and thorn and blossom,)

Held for an instant

Up against thy bosom,

They might make December
Seem to thee like May, dear!

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On an Intaglio Head of Minerva .

The One White Rose

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