With A La France Rose Poem by Ina Coolbrith

With A La France Rose



For a love with a light that can fashion
A glory that knows not eclipse,
What voice, when its uttermost passion
Sets of silence the seal on the lips?

Lo, here on the leaves of the blossom
Behold it, in symbol and sign,
And I send it, a throb from my bosom,
Beloved, to thine!

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Ina Coolbrith

Ina Coolbrith

Nauvoo, Illinois
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