Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
HeliodoreAndrew Lang (18441912)
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To Heliodore!
And mingle the sweet word ye call in vain
With that ye pour:
And bring to me her wreath of yesterday
That ’s dark with myrrh;
Hesternae Rosae, ah, my friends, but they
Remember her.
Lo! the kind roses, loved of lovers, weep,
As who repine;
For if on any breast they see her sleep,
It is not mine.