Poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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. Sestet
2. Alec Yeaton's Son
3. A Petition
4. At the Funeral of a Minor Poet
5. Books and Seasons

Emma Lazarus Destiny ("Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass")

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