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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SIGH, by ANONYMOUS
First Line: It was nothing but a rose I gave her
Last Line: Cannot make it old
Subject(s): Death;flowers;roses; "dead, The;
First Line: It was nothing but a rose I gave her
Last Line: Cannot make it old
Subject(s): Death;flowers;roses; "dead, The;
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!
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