Love
Life was a rose, a rose to me
From Underneath the Bough (1898)
Love
Life was a rose, a rose to me
Through which the lucid blood flowed free,
Through which the sunlight slanted:
The inner circle was a flower enchanted,
And that some enemy
Has rifled from the core;
I smell my rose no more;
The zest of the intricacy is gone.
And the wide leaves flower on.
✦ ✦ ✦
Codex Note
The Fifth Book of Songs
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MLA
Field, Michael. “Life was a rose, a rose to me.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/129/.
Chicago
Field, Michael. “Life was a rose, a rose to me.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/129/.
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