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1863–1923

AS TO THE SUMMER AIR THE ROSE

Evaleen Stein

As to the summer air the rose Pours forth her perfume all the day, For every careless wind that blows To scatter far away,

So gives my heart to thee the rare Fine fragrance of its sweetest thought, And thou art heedless as the air Whereto the rose is naught!

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