Let me grow lovely, growing old-- So many fine things do: Laces, and ivory, and gold, And silks need not be new; And there is healing in old trees, Old streets a glamour hold; Why may not I, as well as these, Grow lovely, growing old?
Apple and Rose
- by Karle Wilson Baker26
My little daughter is a tea-rose, Satin to the touch, Wine to the lips, And a faint, delirious perfume. But my little son Is a June apple, Firm and cool, And scornful of too much sweetness, But full of tang and flavor And better than bread to the hungry. O wild winds, and clumsy, pilfering bees, With the whole world to be wanton in, Will you not spare my little tea-rose? And O ruthless blind creatures, Who lay eggs of evil at the core of life, Pass by my one red apple, That is so firm and sound!
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