ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETS (69)

    CHAPTER THE CUP

    SHE said, "Lift high the cup！" Of her arm's weariness she gave no sign, But, smiling, raised it up That none might see or guess it held no wine. FORGIVE ME NOT！

    FORGIVE me not！ Hate me and I shall know Some of Love's fire still burns within your breast！ Forgiveness finds its home in hearts at rest, On dead volcanoes only lies the snow. THE ROSE

    ONE deep red rose I dropped into his grave, So small a thing to give so great a friend！ Yet well he knew it was my heart I gave And must fare on without it to the end,

    LILLA CABOT PERRY

    A VALENTINE, UNSENT STAY, flaming rose, 'twould grieve her heart To see you fade away, Unloved, unwelcome and apart >From every joy to-day.

    Once long ago your tale was new, Days distant yet so dear； Why say her lover still is true, When that is all her fear？

    Why thus recall another's pain, Her tender heart to fret¹？ Best let her think he loves again, Who never can forget！