He placed a rose in my nut-brown hair-- <br />A deep red rose with a fragrant heart <br />And said: 'We'll set this day apart, <br />So sunny, so wondrous fair.' <br /> <br />His face was full of a happy light, <br />His voice was tender and low and sweet, <br />The daisies and the violets grew at our feet-- <br />Alas, for the coming of night! <br /> <br />The rose is black and withered and dead! <br />'Tis hid in a tiny box away; <br />The nut-brown hair is turning to gray, <br />And the light of the day is fled! <br /> <br />The light of the beautiful day is fled, <br />Hush'd is the voice so sweet and low-- <br />And I--ah, me! I loved him so-- <br />And the daisies grow over his head!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-roses/
