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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920.

Three Quatrains

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.

FORGIVE ME NOT!

Forgive me not! Hate me and I shall know

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.

THE ROSE

One deep red rose I dropped into his grave,

So small a thing to give so great a friend!

Yet well he knew it was my heart I gave

And must fare on without it to the end.

Harper’s Magazine