Florence Earle Coates (Флоренс Эрл Коутс)

Probation

Full slow to part with her best gifts is Fate;
The choicest fruitage comes not with the spring,
But still for summer's mellowing touch must wait,—
For storms and tears, which season'd excellence bring;
And Love doth fix his joyfullest estate
In hearts that have been hushed 'neath Sorrow's brooding wing.


Youth sues to Fame: coldly she answers, "Toil!"
He sighs for Nature's treasures: with reserve
Responds the goddess, "Woo them from the soil."
Then fervently he cries, "Thee will I serve,—
Thee only, blissful Love!" With proud recoil
The heavenly boy replies, "To serve me well, deserve!"

Florence Earle Coates’s other poems:

  1. Tennyson
  2. Sappho
  3. Song (For Me the Jasmine Buds Unfold)
  4. “Victi Resurgunt”
  5. In Darkness




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