The azure skies

Sing such a history

Of come and gone,

Their every drop is as wise

As Solomon.

Very old are we men;

Our dreams are tales

[Pg 42]

Told in dim Eden

By Eve's nightingales;

We wake and whisper awhile,

But, the day gone by,

Silence and sleep like fields

Of amaranth lie.

[Pg 43]

[Pg 43]

WHEN THE ROSE IS FADED

When the rose is faded,

Memory may still dwell on

Her beauty shadowed,

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