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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Afternoon landscape: poems and translations, A jar of rose-leaves. (search)
n spare them. But the choicest petals are Shrined in some deep Orient jar, Rich without and sweet within, Where we cast the rose-leaves in. Life has jars of costlier price Framed to hold our memories. There we treasure baby smiles, Boyish exploits, girlish wiles, All that made our early days Sweeter than these trodden ways Where the Fates our fortunes spin: Memory, toss the rose-leaves in! What the jar holds, that shall stay; Time steals all the rest away. Cast in love's first stolen word, Bliss when uttered, bliss when heard; Maiden's looks of shy surprise; Glances from a hero's eyes; Palms we risked our souls to win: Memory, fling the rose-leaves in! Now more sombre and more slow Let the incantation grow! Cast in shreds of rapture brief, Subtle links 'twixt hope and grief; Vagrant fancy's dangerous toys; Covert dreams, narcotic joys Flavored with the taste of sin: Memory, pour the rose-leaves in! Quit that borderland of pain! Cast in thoughts of nobler vein, Magic gifts of human