Droop all the flowers in my garden, <br />All their fair heads hang low; <br />For rose, their fairest companion, <br />Never again will they know. <br />Bring me no flowers for wearing, <br />Take these strange buds away, <br />For I cannot now have the fairest— <br />My rose that has died to-day. <br />What has blighted my blossom? <br />Stricken it down with death, <br />Over the walls of my garden, <br />What, save the world's cold breath? <br />Then bring me no flowers for wearing, <br />Take these strange buds away, <br />Since I cannot now have the sweetest— <br />My rose that has died to-day.<br /><br />Dora Sigerson Shorter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lost-flower/
