Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман)

On White Carnations Given Me for My Birthday

Exquisite tufts of perfume and of light,
⁠⁠⁠	Fair gift of Summer unto Autumn borne,
Were but the years ye calendar as white,
⁠⁠⁠	As sweet, as you, Age could not be forlorn.


Yet, beauteous symbols of my only gain—
⁠⁠	⁠Love, portioned from your givers' envied share,
Honor, whose laurel at their feet hath lain—
⁠⁠⁠	Make me this night of Life's waste unaware! 

1. Si Jeunesse Savait!
2. To Bayard Taylor
3. W. W.
4. Ad Vigilem
5. On a Great Man Whose Mind Is Clouding

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