The bride, she wears a white, white rose, the plucking, it was mine;
The poet wears a laurel wreath, and I the laurel twine;
And oh, the child, your little child, that's clinging close to you,
It laughs to wear my violets, they are so sweet and blue!
And I, I have a wreath to wear, ah, never rue nor thorn!
I sometimes think that bitter wreath could be more sweetly worn!
For mine is made of ghostly bloom, of what I can't forget
The fallen leaves of other crowns, rose, laurel, violet!
Song. The Fallen Leaves
Margaret Steele Anderson
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Poem topics: never, sometimes, blue, sweet, bride, forget, violet, bitter, poet, fallen, bloom, child, rose, I love you, I miss you, white, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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