TRISTESSE.
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Just a bit of pasteboard, fringed
Necktie style and squarely cut,
Double-faced and ecru-tinged
Like a million others—but
Exquisite in flowers rare,
Pioneers in blossoming,
Redolent of balmy air,
Fragrant with the breath of Spring.
Necktie style and squarely cut,
Double-faced and ecru-tinged
Like a million others—but
Exquisite in flowers rare,
Pioneers in blossoming,
Redolent of balmy air,
Fragrant with the breath of Spring.
How it came I never knew,
Nor the "Open Sesame"
That my door responded to—
It is all a mystery—
But to me 't will ever seem
Angels dropped it in my room;
Inspiration of my dream,
Sweet with violet perfume.
Nor the "Open Sesame"
That my door responded to—
It is all a mystery—
But to me 't will ever seem
Angels dropped it in my room;
Inspiration of my dream,
Sweet with violet perfume.
Tristesse.
Oh, weary steps! Why follow where
No joys illume,
O'er trodden paths, so hard and bare,
And dark with gloom?
No joys illume,
O'er trodden paths, so hard and bare,
And dark with gloom?
Tumult is misery, and naught
That earth contains
Is coveted, like some blest spot
Where quiet reigns.
That earth contains
Is coveted, like some blest spot
Where quiet reigns.
