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WITH A COPY OF SULLY PRUDHOMME'S “LES VAINES TENDRESSES”.

HERE, for such as will, are roses;
None of that bright host that flowers,
At the beck of sun and showers,
When the middle May uncloses
All the rapture that reposes
In earth's frost-enchanted bowers;
Such as in the shortening hours
Blow are these for Autumn's posies.
Yet, for some they have their featness,
Gentle souls that from life's madness,
From its cruel cold completeness,
From its hot hysteric gladness
Shrink, content from love and sadness
Still to crush a curious sweetness.