| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 684. To Hafiz |
| | | By Thomas Bailey Aldrich |
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| THOUGH gifts like thine the fates gave not to me, | |
| One thing, O Hafiz, we both hold in fee— | |
| Nay, it holds us; for when the June wind blows | |
| We both are slaves and lovers to the rose. | |
| In vain the pale Circassian lily shows | 5 |
| Her face at her green lattice, and in vain | |
| The violet beckons, with unveilëd face— | |
| The bosom’s white, the lip’s light purple stain, | |
| These touch our liking, yet no passion stir. | |
| But when the rose comes, Hafiz—in that place | 10 |
| Where she stands smiling, we kneel down to her! | |
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