Superstites Rosae

By Richard Rowe

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

Poets  Poems