To J.B.
John L. Stoddard
Within an Old World, classic vase She blossomed like a flower, And made Italian summer days Seem fleeting as an hour; Then left the antique vase in gloom,— Yet o’er its edges climb Some petals, with a sweet perfume That triumphs over time.
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