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.
To J.b.
John L. Stoddard
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