Superstites Rosae
3/9/1828-11/9/1879
The grass is green upon her grave,
The west wind whispers low;
"The corn is changed, come forth, come forth,
Ere all the blossoms go!"
In vain. Her laughing eyes are sealed,
And cold her sunny brow;
Last year she smiled upon the flowers --
They smile above her now!
DayPoems Poem No. 841
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/841.html">Superstites Rosae by Richard Rowe</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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