A RUINED rose, -- I hold it so, Up by its broken stem, and lo! In fibrous heart and shredded sheath The record of my lady's teeth Who frayed it thus an hour ago. I asked too much, it may be, though She needed not such meed bestow, Nor to my wounded heart bequeath A ruined rose. But time will even all, I know, And when a few more years shall show Fair maidens gleaned from hall and heath To round my beauty's changeful wreath, My lady proud will lie below, -- A ruined rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DEAD LOVER by LOUISE BOGAN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SQUIRE BOWLING GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA SONNET: 50 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |