Сара Орн Джеветт (Sarah Orne Jewett)

A Wild Rose

A blushing wild pink rose,
    By tangled woods and ways,
A passing sweet that goes
    With summer days.

From rosy dawn till night
    Wafted from east to west,
Kissed by the morning light
    To evening rest.

Thy odors faint outlive
    Alike both joy and pain,
Stealing the sweet they give
    To yield again.

Leaving a faint perfume
    Thy memory to fulfill,
Forgotten in thy bloom,
    Remembered still.

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