A FAR-OFF ROSE

by: Josephine Preston Peabody (1874-1922)

      FAR-OFF rose of long ago,
      An hour of sweet, an hour of red,
      To live, to breathe, and then to go
      Into the dark ere June was dead!
       
      Why say they: Roses shall return
      With every year as years go on?
      New springtime and strange bloom, my rose,
      And alien June; but thou art gone.

"A Far-Off Rose" is reprinted from An American Anthology, 1787–1900. Ed. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1900.

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