Dooryard Roses
Sara Teasdale
I have come the selfsame path To the selfsame door, Years have left the roses there Burning as before. While I watch them in the wind Quick the hot tears start — Strange so frail a flame outlasts Fire in the heart.
I have come the selfsame path To the selfsame door, Years have left the roses there Burning as before. While I watch them in the wind Quick the hot tears start — Strange so frail a flame outlasts Fire in the heart.