Friday, January 13, 2012

Bloom of the Day


A single Rose is shedding there
Its lonely luster, meek and pale:
It looks as planted by despair –
So white, so faint, the slightest gale
Might whirl the leaves on high;
And yet, though storms and blasts assail,
And hands more rude than wintery sky,
May wring it from the stem in vain –
Tomorrow sees it bloom again!