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GLORIES
To Theodore Peters.
Roses from Paestan rosaries!
More goodly red and white was she:
Her red and white were harmonies,
Not matched upon a Paestan tree.
More goodly red and white was she:
Her red and white were harmonies,
Not matched upon a Paestan tree.
Ivories blaunched in Alban air!
She lies more purely blaunched than you:
No Alban whiteness doth she wear,
But death's perfection of that hue.
She lies more purely blaunched than you:
No Alban whiteness doth she wear,
But death's perfection of that hue.
Nay! now the rivalry is done,
Of red, and white, and whiter still:
She hath a glory from that sun,
Who falls not from Olympus hill.
Of red, and white, and whiter still:
She hath a glory from that sun,
Who falls not from Olympus hill.
1893.
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