Lavender

A perfum’d sprig of lavender
You gave, dear child, to me;
It grew, you said, by the red rose bed,
And under the jessamine tree.

‘Twas sweet, ay, sweet from many things;
But, (sweeter than all,) with scent
Of long past years and laughter and tears
It to me was redolent.

Source: Atalanta. 2.1 (October 1888) 54.  Print.

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