Eugene Field - Dead Roses

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He placed a rose in my nut-brown hair A deep red rose with a fragrant heart And said: 'We'll set this day apart, So sunny, so wondrous fair.' His face was full of a happy light, His voice was tender and low and sweet, The daisies and the violets grew at our feet Alas, for the coming of night! The rose is black and withered and dead! 'Tis hid in a tiny box away; The nut-brown hair is turning to gray, And the light of the day is fled! The light of the beautiful day is fled, Hush'd is the voice so sweet and low And I ah, me! I loved him so And the daisies grow over his head! Eugene Field poemhunter.com/poem/dead-roses/