Frank Dempster Sherman

(1860--1916 / United States)

To A Rose - Poem by Frank Dempster Sherman

GO, Rose, and in her golden hair
You shall forget the garden soon;
The sunshine is a captive there
And crowns her with a constant noon.

And when your spicy odor goes,
And fades the beauty of your bloom,
Think what a lovely hand, O Rose,
Shall place your body in the tomb!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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