Rose And Leaf

All the roses now are gone,
All their glories shed:
Here's a rose that grows not wan,
Rose of love to wear upon
Your fair breast instead.

Everywhere sere leaves are seen
Golden, red and grey:
Here's a leaf for ever green,
Leaf of truth to hold between
Your white hands alway.

Here's my leaf and here's my rose.
Take them. They are yours.
In my garden nothing grows,
Garden of my heart, God knows,
That as long endures.

Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein was born on March 23, 1865, in Louisville, Kentucky and died on December 8, 1914. Known as the “Keats of Kentucky,” his poetry often focused on nature, mythology, and the lush landscapes of his home state. Throughout his lifetime, Cawein published more than 30 books of poetry. He is remembered for his vivid and descriptive style and his ability to capture the beauty of the natural world. His works provide a window into the pastoral and often mystical world of the late 19th and early 20th centuries.

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The Briar Rose

Youth, with an arrogant air,
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There was a rose in Eden once: it grows
On Earth now, sweeter for its rare perfume:
And Paradise is poorer by one bloom,
And Earth is richer. In this blossom glows
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Or courts of kings did ever yet illume:
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In soul of nun or saint. O human rose,
Who art initial and sweet period of
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The Rose

You have forgot: it once was red
With life, this rose, to which you said,--
When, there in happy days gone by,
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Is thine!--And, heart, be comforted;
For, though we part and roses shed
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Should ask it now, without a sigh,
If love can lie as it lies dead.--
You have forgot.

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