 | The poems of Celia Thaxter |  |
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I wore your roses yesterday:
About this light robe's folds of white,
Wherein their gathered sweetness lay,
Still clings their perfume of delight.
About this light robe's folds of white,
Wherein their gathered sweetness lay,
Still clings their perfume of delight.
And all in vain the warm wind sweeps
These airy folds like vapor fine,
Among them still the odor sleeps,
And haunts me with a dream divine.
These airy folds like vapor fine,
Among them still the odor sleeps,
And haunts me with a dream divine.
So to my heart your memory clings,
So sweet, so rich, so delicate:
Eternal summer-time it brings,
Defying all the storms of fate;
So sweet, so rich, so delicate:
Eternal summer-time it brings,
Defying all the storms of fate;
A power to turn the darkness bright,
Till life with matchless beauty glows;
Each moment touched with tender light,
And every thought of you a rose!
Till life with matchless beauty glows;
Each moment touched with tender light,
And every thought of you a rose!
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