I took the love you gave, Ah, carelessly,
Counting it only as a rose to wear
A little moment on my heart no more,
So many roses had I worn before,
So lightly that I scarce believed them there.
But, Lo! this rose between the dusk and dawn
Hath turned to very flame upon my breast,
A flame that burns the day-long and the night,
A flame of very anguish and delight
That not for any moment yields me rest.
And I am troubled with a strange, new fear,
How would it be if even to your door
I came to cry your pitying one day,
And you should lightly laugh and lightly say,
"That was a rose I gave you--nothing more."
The Rose
Theodosia Garrison
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Poem topics: I love you, fear, heart, night, long, door, laugh, delight, strange, anguish, dawn, love, moment, Valentine's Day, rose, flame, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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