 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
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LINES SENT TO A FRIEND, WITH A PERFUMED “SACHET.”
As odors, prisoned in soft silken cells,
Give out their subtile essence to the air,
Betraying where the soul of sweetness dwells,
And waking summer dreams of flowerets fair,—
Give out their subtile essence to the air,
Betraying where the soul of sweetness dwells,
And waking summer dreams of flowerets fair,—
Thus, when life's daily blossoms round thee fade,
And hope's sweet song falls fainter on thine ear,
Thus would I have love's memories pervade
Thy heart and home through many a wintry year.
And hope's sweet song falls fainter on thine ear,
Thus would I have love's memories pervade
Thy heart and home through many a wintry year.
I would not be within thy soul enshrined,
A drooping, sad-eyed spectre of the past;
But let one thought of me, vague, half-defined,
Float round thee, like sweet perfume on the blast.
A drooping, sad-eyed spectre of the past;
But let one thought of me, vague, half-defined,
Float round thee, like sweet perfume on the blast.
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