A FAR-OFF ROSE
by: Josephine Preston Peabody (1874-1922)
- A FAR-OFF rose of long ago,
- An hour of sweet, an hour of red,
- To live, to breathe, and then to go
- Into the dark ere June was dead!
- Why say they: Roses shall return
- With every year as years go on?
- New springtime and strange bloom, my rose,
- And alien June; but thou art gone.
- An hour of sweet, an hour of red,