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. On Reading William Watson's Sonnet Entitled The Purple East
2. I'll Not Confer with Sorrow
3. Sestet
4. L'Eau Dormante
5. No Songs in Winter

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

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