Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SIGH, by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD Poet's Biography First Line: It was nothing but a rose I gave her Last Line: Cannot make it old! | ||||||||
IT was nothing but a rose I gave her, -- Nothing but a rose Any wind might rob of half its savor, Any wind that blows. When she took it from my trembling fingers With a hand as chill, -- Ah, the flying touch upon them lingers, Stays, and thrills them still! Withered, faded, pressed between the pages, Crumpled fold on fold, -- Once it lay upon her breast, and ages Cannot make it old! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PHANTOMS ALL by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD A MOTHER-SONG by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD CAN'T by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD EVANESCENCE by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD HOW WE BECAME A NATION [APRIL 15, 1774] by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD INSIDE PLUM ISLAND by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD MAGDALEN by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD OUR NEIGHBOR by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD THE HUNT by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD THE NUN AND THE HARP by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD |
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