第70章 THE ROSE

ONE deep red rose I dropped into his grave, So small a thing to give so great a friend!

Yet well he knew it was my heart I gave And must fare on without it to the end,LILLA CABOT PERRYA VALENTINE, UNSENT

STAY, flaming rose, 'twould grieve her heart To see you fade away, Unloved, unwelcome and apart >From every joy to-day.

Once long ago your tale was new, Days distant yet so dear;Why say her lover still is true, When that is all her fear?

Why thus recall another's pain, Her tender heart to fret?

Best let her think he loves again, Who never can forget!

MARGARET PERRY