DEDICATION
To
H. S. T.
15·viii·15
FAIN had I given precious things and sweet,
But having neither frankincense nor gem.
Only sad flowers—last year' s fading yield
Gathered about that hitter harvest field—
I made a sorry garland out of them.
And laid it where immortelles had been meet.
But having neither frankincense nor gem.
Only sad flowers—last year' s fading yield
Gathered about that hitter harvest field—
I made a sorry garland out of them.
And laid it where immortelles had been meet.
