Edmund William Gosse (Эдмунд Госс)

Rosemary

GREEN bud-stars spangle
The dead, black tree;
Bloom's in a tangle
On holt and lea:
Now elm-boughs shade me,
Now birds have sung,
O heart, persuade me
I still am young!

Ah, no; heart, hush thee!
Be wise, serene,
Lest snow-wreaths crush thee
Ere Hallowe'en;
Though June be jolly,
Though flowers be sweet,
'Tis naught but folly,
And fond deceit.

Heart, thou hast finished
With joys that fade;
Thy strength diminished,
Thy light decayed!
The brain is an ember;
The blood is cold--
O heart, remember
We both are old! 

1. The Mænad's Grave
2. At the Play
3. Greece and England
4. With a Copy of Herrick
5. To a Child

Abbie Brown (Эбби Браун) Rosemary ("THERE was a long path through the fern")

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