To A Whithered Rose Poem by John Kendrick Bangs

To A Whithered Rose

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THY span of life was all too short—
A week or two at best—
From budding-time, through blossoming,
To withering and rest.

Yet compensation hast thou—aye!—
For all thy little woes;
For was it not thy happy lot
To live and die a rose?

Monday, September 6, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: rose
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John Kendrick Bangs

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