The little rose is dust, my dear; <br />The elfin wind is gone <br />That sang a song of silver words <br />And cooled our hearts with dawn. <br /> <br />And what is left to hope, my dear, <br />Or what is left to say? <br />The rose, the little wind and you <br />Have gone so far away.<br /><br />Grace Hazard Conkling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-rose-is-dust-my-dear/
