To-(verse)
Mullins, Helene
To— {After Reading a Volume of Tales Translated from the Persian.) Some day, perhaps, when you are gone from me, And all the things we loved are veiled with dust, And I am old and tired...
...Some day, perhaps, when you are gone from me, And all the things we loved are veiled with dust, And I am old and tired enough to trust Myself alone with any memory, I shall take down this book we have possessed Together for a strange, enchanted hour, And find my youth, a crisp and faded flower, Between the brown-stained pages, neatly pressed...
...Helene Mullins...
Vol. 3 • April 1926 • No. 22
