Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By Harriet PrescottSpofford615 A Sigh
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Nothing but a rose
Any wind might rob of half its savor,
Any wind that blows.
With a hand as chill,—
Ah, the flying touch upon them lingers,
Stays, and thrills them still!
Crumpled fold on fold,—
Once it lay upon her breast, and ages
Cannot make it old!