XXXVII.
Reading edition
The dying need but little, dear, — A glass of water's all, A flower's unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall,
A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret, And certainly that one No color in the rainbow Perceives when you are gone.
Reading edition
The dying need but little, dear, — A glass of water's all, A flower's unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall,
A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret, And certainly that one No color in the rainbow Perceives when you are gone.