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Show OLD LETTERS. Faded and old is the ribbon. Blue once, as azure-lit skies, Breaking in twain with untying. A truce held to Time as he flies. Breathing of rhue and rosemary. And lavender pressed in the leaves; Yellowed and mellowed love's dreaming. Tied In the long garnered sheaves. What is the harvest they bring us. Flotsam of life and the years? Kissed bv the dunt in their sleeping. Bathed in love's sunshine and tears. A verse from a laurel-crowned poet, A garland of faith to the fair. I A petal from roses that shattered, j A curl of a baby's bright hair; A tale of a ball In its season, A scrap of a gown that was worn. A confidante's news of a heartbreak, A lover's page, tattered and torn; 1 A child's painful hand that was guided To trace out its first words of love; A message of birth and "of sorrow, A bridal song, sealed with a dove. They flutter and drift from their moorings Like white thoughts that quiver and shine, , Dropped deep in the heart nf forever. The past that was thine and is mine. Ah. ashes of roses, I scatter mr memories, ever the same, A, ashes of roses, old letters, I lay your white hearts in the flame. |