| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920. 1920. |
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| Three Quatrains |
| | | Lilla Cabot Perry |
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THE CUP
SHE said, “Lift high the cup!” | |
| Of her arm’s weariness she gave no sign, | |
| But, smiling, raised it up | |
| That none might see or guess it held no wine. | |
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FORGIVE ME NOT!
Forgive me not! Hate me and I shall know | 5 |
| Some of Love’s fire still burns within your breast! | |
| Forgiveness finds its home in hearts at rest, | |
| On dead volcanoes only lies the snow. | |
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THE ROSE
One deep red rose I dropped into his grave, | |
| So small a thing to give so great a friend! | 10 |
| Yet well he knew it was my heart I gave | |
And must fare on without it to the end.
Harper’s Magazine | |
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