Harriet Prescott Spofford Quotes

Added On: 17 Apr, 2009
It was nothing but a rose I gave her,--
Nothing but a rose
Any wind might rob of half its savor,
And wind that blows.
. . . .
Withered, faded, pressed between these page,
Crumpled, fold on fold,--
Once it lay upon her breast, and ages
Cannot make it old!
By: Aksh Dhiman
In Roses Quotes