Poem by Henry Van Dyke

The Empty Quatrain

A flawless cup: how delicate and fine
The flowing curve of every jewelled line!
Look, turn it up or down, ’t is perfect still,--
But holds no drop of life’s heart-warming wine.

1. The Wind of Sorrow
2. The Heavenly Hills of Holland
3. Patria
4. Without Disguise
5. Love's Nearness

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