| Poems by Women |
CROWNED
You came to me bearing bright roses,
Red like the wine of your
heart;
You twisted them into a garland
To set me aside from the
mart.
Red roses to crown me your lover,
And I walked aureoled and
apart.
Enslaved and encircled, I bore it,
Proud token of my gift to you.
The
petals waned paler, and shriveled,
And dropped; and the thorns started
through.
Bitter thorns to proclaim me your lover,
A diadem woven with
rue.
Amy Lowell [1874-1925]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
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