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A precious — mouldering pleasure — ’tis –

A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis --A precious — mouldering pleasure — ’tis –
To meet an Antique Book –
In just the Dress his Century wore –
A privilege — I think –

His venerable Hand to take –
And warming in our own –
A passage back — or two — to make –
To Times when he — was young –

His quaint opinions — to inspect –
His thought to ascertain
On Themes concern our mutual mind –
The Literature of Man –

What interested Scholars — most –
What Competitions ran –
When Plato — was a Certainty –
And Sophocles — a Man –

When Sappho — was a living Girl –
And Beatrice wore
The Gown that Dante — deified –
Facts Centuries before

He traverses — familiar –
As One should come to Town –
And tell you all your Dreams — were true –
He lived — where Dreams were born –

His presence is Enchantment –
You beg him not to go –
Old Volume shake their Vellum Heads
And tantalize — just so –

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I tend my flowers for thee –

I tend my flowers for thee --I tend my flowers for thee –
Bright Absentee!
My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams
Rip — while the Sower — dreams –

Geraniums — tint — and spot –
Low Daisies — dot –
My Cactus — splits her Beard
To show her throat –

Carnations — tip their spice –
And Bees — pick up –
A Hyacinth — I hid –
Puts out a Ruffled Head –
And odors fall
From flasks — so small –
You marvel how they held –

Globe Roses — break their satin glake –
Upon my Garden floor –
Yet — thou — not there –
I had as lief they bore
No Crimson — more –

Thy flower — be gay –
Her Lord — away!
It ill becometh me –
I’ll dwell in Calyx — Gray –
How modestly — alway –
Thy Daisy –
Draped for thee!

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