To M. (With some Verses)
Born 5/3/1869
If in the summer of thy bright regard
For one brief season these poor Rhymes shall live
I ask no more, nor think my fate too hard
If other eyes but wintry looks should give;
Nor will I grieve though what I here have writ
O'erburdened Time should drop among the ways,
And to the unremembering dust commit
Beyond the praise and blame of other days:
The song doth pass, but I who sing, remain,
I pluck from Death's own heart a life more deep,
And as the Spring, that dies not, in her train
Doth scatter blossoms for the winds to reap,
So I, immortal, as I fare along,
Will strew my path with mortal flowers of song.
DayPoems Poem No. 956
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/956.html">To M. (With some Verses) by Martha M. Simpson</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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