Sarah Orne Jewett

A Wild Rose

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A blushing wild pink rose,
By tangled woods and ways,
A passing sweet that goes
With summer days.

From rosy dawn till night
Wafted from east to west,
Kissed by the morning light
To evening rest.

Thy odors faint outlive
Alike both joy and pain,
Stealing the sweet they give
To yield again.

Leaving a faint perfume
Thy memory to fulfill,
Forgotten in thy bloom,
Remembered still.

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