JUST a note that I found on my table, By the bills of a year buried o'er, In a feminine hand and requesting My presence for tennis at four. Half remorseful for leaving it lying In surroundings unworthy as those, I carefully dusted and smoothed it, And mutely begged pardon of Rose. But I though with a smile of the proverb Which says you may treat as you will The vase which has once contained roses, Their fragrance will cling to it still. For the writer I scarcely remember, The occasion has vanished afar, And the fragrance that clings to the letter Recalls -- an Havana cigar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN INTERNATIONAL EPISODE (1889) by CAROLINE KING DUER A GIRL'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST HOME THOUGHTS FROM FRANCE by ISAAC ROSENBERG SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU SIR W. TRELOAR'S DINNER FOR CRIPPLED CHILDREN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 34 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT OLD ETCHINGS by MARGIE B. BOSWELL LINES SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY BURNS by ROBERT BURNS |