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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON Poet's Biography
First Line: The bride, she wears a white, white rose - the plucking it was mine
Last Line: The fallen leaves of other crowns -- rose, laurel, violet!
Subject(s): Flowers
First Line: The bride, she wears a white, white rose - the plucking it was mine
Last Line: The fallen leaves of other crowns -- rose, laurel, violet!
Subject(s): Flowers
The bride, she wears a white, white rose -- the plucking it was mine;
The poet wears a laurel wreath -- and I the laurel twine;
And oh, the child, your little child, that's clinging close to you,
It laughs to wear my violets -- they are so sweet and blue!
And I, I have a wreath to wear -- ah, never rue nor thorn!
I sometimes think that bitter wreath could be more sweetly worn!
For mine is made of ghostly bloom, of what I can't forget --
The fallen leaves of other crowns -- rose, laurel, violet!
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