Dora Sigerson Shorter,
A Lost Flower
(1907)
“ Droop all the flowers in my garden, All their fair heads hang low; For rose, their fairest companion, Never again will they know. Bring me no flowers for wearing, Take these strange buds away, For I cannot now have the fairest— My rose that has died to-day. What has blighted my blossom? Stricken it down with death. ”
