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TRAGEDY, by            
First Line: I brought you a rose
Last Line: The blood was mine!
Subject(s): Blood; Love - Loss Of; Tragedy


I brought you a rose,
A symphony of perfumed color
That you might breathe its loveliness
And drink its beauty,—
A toast to our love.
You smiled upon me
As a man upon a child
Humoring a tinsel whim,
And pushing the rose from my lips
You pressed me to you.
The rose fell in the mud.
Telling me my lips were sweeter
Than the buds of flowers,
You poured intoxicating liquors
Into my cup like ears.
Yet I drank slowly
And did not stagger
And all the time I saw the rose in the mud
Staining the soft clay with red blood.
"Roses do not bleed,"
I thought sensibly.
Suddenly feeling the emptiness of my heart
I knew———
The blood was mine!





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