Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Томас Бейли Олдрич)

Destiny

Three roses, wan as moonlight, and weighed down
Each with its loveliness as with a crown,
Drooped in a florist's window in a town.

The first a lover bought. It lay at rest,
Like flower on flower, that night, on Beauty's breast.

The second rose, as virginal and fair,
Shrunk in the tangles of a harlot's hair.

The third, a widow, with new grief made wild,
Shut in the icy palm of her dead child.

1. The Undiscovered Country
2. Sweetheart, Sigh No More
3. At the Funeral of a Minor Poet
4. Palabras Cariñosas
5. Quatrains

Arthur Stringer (Артур Стрингер) Destiny ("HE sat behind his roses and did wake")

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