Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/Dooryard Roses

by Sara Teasdale

 

DOORYARD ROSES

I have come the selfsame path
⁠To the selfsame door,
Years have left the roses there
⁠Burning as before.

While I watch them in the wind
⁠Quick the hot tears start—
Strange so frail a flame outlasts
⁠Fire in the heart.