IN the world was one green nook I knew, <br />Full of roses, roses red and white, <br />Reddest roses summer ever grew, <br />Whitest roses ever pearled with dew; <br />And their sweetness was beyond delight, <br />Was all love's delight. <br /> <br />Wheresoever in the world I went, <br />Roses were; for in my heart I took <br />Blow and blossom and bewildering scent; <br />Roses never with the summer spent, <br />Roses always ripening in that nook, <br />Love's far summer nook. <br /> <br />In the world a soddened plot I know <br />Blackening in this chill and misty air, <br />Set with shivering bushes in a row, <br />One by one the last leaves letting go: <br />Wheresoe'er I turn I shall be there, <br />Always sighing there. <br /> <br />Ah, my folly! Ah, my loss, my pain! <br />Dead, my roses that can blow no more! <br />Wherefore looked I on our nook again? <br />Wherefore went I after autumn's rain, <br />Where the summer roses bloomed before, <br />Bloomed so sweet before?<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-loss-3/
