| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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| 620. A Painted Fan |
| | | By Louise Chandler Moulton |
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| ROSES and butterflies snared on a fan, | |
| All that is left of a summer gone by; | |
| Of swift, bright wings that flashed in the sun, | |
| And loveliest blossoms that bloomed to die! | |
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| By what subtle spell did you lure them here, | 5 |
| Fixing a beauty that will not change, | |
| Roses whose petals never will fall, | |
| Bright, swift wings that never will range? | |
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| Had you owned but the skill to snare as well | |
| The swift-winged hours that came and went, | 10 |
| To prison the words that in music died, | |
| And fix with a spell the hearts content, | |
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| Then had you been of magicians the chief; | |
| And loved and lovers should bless your art, | |
| If you could but have painted the soul of the thing, | 15 |
| Not the rose alone, but the roses heart! | |
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| Flown are those days with their winged delights, | |
| As the odor is gone from the summer rose; | |
| Yet still, whenever I wave my fan, | |
| The soft, south wind of memory blows. | 20 |
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