Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917.
Arthur Upson
Agamedes Song
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His body at the roots of thee;
Since last year’s loveliness in death
The living beauty nourisheth.
Thy roots around the heart of me;
Thou canst not blow too white and fair
From all the sweetness hidden there.
And be as all sweet things must be;
Deep where thy petals drift I, too,
Would rest the changing seasons through.