You came to me bearing bright roses, <br />Red like the wine of your heart; <br />You twisted them into a garland <br />To set me aside from the mart. <br />Red roses to crown me your lover, <br />And I walked aureoled and apart. <br /> <br />Enslaved and encircled, I bore it, <br />Proud token of my gift to you. <br />The petals waned paler, and shriveled, <br />the thorns started through. <br />er thorns to proclaim me your lover, <br />A diadem woven with rue.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crowned-2/
