64532: In the Rose-Garden
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posted on 2024-05-02, 15:13 authored by First World War Poetry Digital Archive Project TeamDew on the pink-flushed petals;
Roseate wings unfurled;
What can, I thought, be fairer
In all the world?
Steps that were fain but faltered
(What could she else have done?)
Passed from the arbour's shadow
Into the sun.
Noon and a scented glory,
Golden and pink and red;
'What after all are roses
To me?' I said.
