| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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| 981. On the Fly-Leaf of Manon Lescaut |
| | | By Walter Learned |
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| TO you, whose temperate pulses flow | |
| With measured beat, serene and slow, | |
| The even tenor of whose way | |
| Is undisturbed by passions sway, | |
| This tale of wayward love may seem | 5 |
| The record of a fevered dream. | |
| And yet, we two have that within | |
| To make us what our kind have been. | |
| A lure more strong, a wish more faint, | |
| Makes one a monster, one a saint; | 10 |
| And even love, by difference nice, | |
| Becomes a virtue or a vice. | |
| The briar, that oer the garden wall | |
| Trails its sweet blossoms till they fall | |
| Across the dusty road, and then | 15 |
| Are trodden under foot of men, | |
| Is sister to the decorous rose | |
| Within the gardens well-kept close, | |
| Whose pinioned branches may not roam | |
| Out and beyond their latticed home. | 20 |
| There s many a life of sweet content | |
| Whose virtue is environment. | |
| They erred, they fell; and yet, t is true, | |
| They hold the mirror up to you. | |
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