Thursday, March 9, 2017

A ROSE, a poem

A SINGLE rose in yonder ruined bed
Makes beauty where all beauty else had fled;
Like love, which, careless or of time or death,
     About earth's shattered hopes its tendrils wreathing,
     Blooms in the wilderness, divinely breathing,
Till all around grows fragrant with its breath.
"A Rose" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in Lippincott's Monthly Magazine (March 1893), Poems (1898) and Poems (1916) Volume II.

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