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HARRY LEE 
Author of “II Poverello,” prize play of the Poetry Society of 
America for 1922, “High Company,” and other poems and plays 
W HO gives chrysanthemums. 
Not only brings 
Gold of the blossoms 
But mystic things. 
Sunsets of amber glow, 
Wing of the bee, 
Shimmer of moonbeams 
On autumn tree. 
Tang of the fire-gleam 
In misty mold 
Built by the Romanies 
When nights are cold. 
Breath of the hoyden winds, 
Fresh from the sea, 
Fierce, reckless, rollicking, 
Bloom lustily. 
Visions of old Japan, 
Wild cherry bloom, 
Geishas in silken sway, 
Bells from the gloom. 
These and a thousand dreams, 
Vagrant, uncaught, 
Stir at the flower-gift, 
My soul o’er fraught. 
Who gives chrysanthemums, 
Not only brings 
Gold of the blossoms 
But mystic things. 
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