Poem by Henry Van Dyke

The Empty Quatrain

A flawless cup: how delicate and fine
The flowing curve of every jewelled line!
Look, turn it up or down, ’t is perfect still,--
But holds no drop of life’s heart-warming wine.

1. Storm-Music
2. A Legend of Service
3. The Ancestral Dwelling
4. The Red Flower
5. A Lover’s Envy

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