Fresh neroli orange flowers and heliotrope blossoms pressed between the delicate paper pages of a leather-bound book.
"And all I love is here : old books, fresh flowers.
My books are tombs where wit and wisdom sleep,
Stored full with treasure of the long ago ;
My tender buds, that dews of springtide steep.
Like shining mirrors of the future show.
The present is so sad ! . . . . this dark to-day
Like skies with thunder charged above us lowers :
Ah ! of the past — the future — speak always.
Tell me of naught but these .... old books, fresh
flowers."
— Graham R. Tomson (Rosamund Marriott Watson)
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