Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WITHERED HOPES, by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE



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WITHERED HOPES, by                    
First Line: Last night my heart was as a fading rose
Last Line: But, like my heart, the soul o' the rose had fled.
Alternate Author Name(s): Cayzer, Charles
Subject(s): Flowers; Hope; Love; Roses; Optimism


LAST night my heart was as a fading Rose,
Which in an Urn of Tears I did dispose.
Dawn stoop'd to raise the Rose's drooping head,
But, like my heart, the soul o' the Rose had fled.





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