Agamede's Song
1877-1908
Grow, grow, thou little tree,
His body at the roots of thee;
Since last year's loveliness in death
The living beauty nourisheth.
Bloom, bloom, thou little tree,
Thy roots around the heart of me;
Thou canst not blow too white and fair
From all the sweetness hidden there.
Die, die, thou little tree,
And be as all sweet things must be;
Deep where thy petals drift I, too,
Would rest the changing seasons through.
DayPoems Poem No. 1141
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1141.html">Agamede's Song by Arthur Upson</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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